It's two o'clock

and the sun is lighting up the inside of the house through the back windows.

This makes me anxious because half the day is gone and I haven't done anything.

I think I will crash out again.

Done.

She wrote again today.  It started out weird.  There was no title for the post and the first sentence assumed prior knowledge by the reader on the subject at hand which is a place of employment.  "Been working there for the last month. . . . ", the sentence starts as if the read knows where "there" is.  Like most of her sentences it is a fragment.  Never-the-less she seems to write well (yeah, like I can judge)  I don't believe she is educated beyond high school.  I mean, I can understand what she is talking about.  That's the point really, isn't it?

Anyway, she starts out talking about her back going out and ends up talking about a creepy Mexican dude that wants to kidnap her and take her to Mexico.  She asks an interesting question at the end.  "Why do the creeps always find me out."  I think what she means is why do I always attract the creeps?

I hope I am not one of those "creeps".  I don't want to be - a creep that is.