I thought I'd at least be halfway home by now yes still the bus engine rumbles and windows clatter. I never use to like buses. I thought they smelled funny. They still do but bad smells no longer bother me.
I'm lost on what to write about and I am staring at clouds to gain inspiration. Do you ever write stories in your head? I often do there usually distopic in a hopeful sort of way it usually involves people from my past or people I talk to often and we're trying to survive in a post apocalyptic world. We're usually all living together in a small house that I map out on my garage floor with chalk. I'll even bake bread from scratch with whole meal flour to get the vibe better. If in this senario we get to take a bag of things I will actually pack a bag. In it is usually; some books, spices and beans, a deck of cards, rope, a first aid kit, a water filter, dahl (this protein full thing that when cooked is like chunky bland mash potato hence the spices), rice and powdered milk, a sewing kit, clothes, flour a bowl, spoon and my grandfathers hunting knife (rip). If you haven't done this try it it gets you off your phone for a few hours and it's so fun. It's always cool to play pretend even as you get older.
