just sometimes.

Sometimes being left handed bothers me because I take notes in pen and smudge them right away.

Sometimes when I clean my car’s windshield I pretend it’s raining.

Sometimes I’m afraid to get old.

Sometimes I’m lonely.

Sometimes there are no coffee filters and I drink tea instead.

Sometimes I can be really forgetful and clumsy and lame.

Sometimes I procrastinate, an insane amount…like with this essay I should be writing.

Sometimes I really suck at keeping up with this little blog.

Sometimes I need a nap not even an hour after I’ve been out of bed.

Sometimes I’m intensely impatient for summer…