I have all these books I want to read, but it’s so hard for me to read. Books intimidate me. I prefer being read to. Its hard to concentrate. It’s so much easier to write.
So I write tons of letters. This morning I wrote four. One is to a prisoner penpal I have a hard time staying in touch with. I think he was on death row when I “met” him and he was soon transferred. I’ve been writing to him for maybe four years.
Ming and I are supposed to have a date today, but I don’t know what to do. I think I researched free and cheap date ideas before online and the ideas were stupid. It’s too hot to go to the park. Summer’s hard.