March diary
march 6, monday. at the desk. the sun set a while ago. alternating between coffee and water. pomodoro sessions. dim light in the living room.
march 12, sunday. on Do Not Disturb mode, drowning in words. my own words. words that hopefully make sense to some still. I am lucky I get to express myself like this.
march 14, tuesday. milder weather, gazing out of the dirty bus window, tidying my place, music on full blast.
march 15, wednesday. Jajangmyeon, movies, cold morning. salary, groceries, birthday gifts.
march 16, thursday. writing at the café. cold brew latte. some books I picked up even though I had promised myself to tend to my unread books on my nightstand first. deadlines…
march 19, sunday. reading in bed during sunrise, underlining passages. planning the day, like some kind of rebirth. I need to get outside.
alternating between reading and writing, drowning in what I know best. literature is my comfort, my escape, a rock I’m not scared to lose grip of. rekindling my love.
march 28, tuesday. a work day filled with laughter and suki waterhouse radio. writing at a restaurant, handing out menus, then blocking out noise. writing a chapter and a half. tired legs and knees…
march 31, friday. kind customers getting their coffee, a grey and almost sunny day. mild evenings for fries. chit chat about sore necks.