The end of the day.

 The end of the day. Drawing Luke Hockley.

The end of the day. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

The time of day that I write to you has a big impact on the letter that I write.

It’s the end of the day, just before dinner and, let’s be honest, I’m writing to you as a chore…something that needs to get done, as quickly as possible.

I’m not really thinking about my life, I’m not thinking about the grand scheme of things, not thinking about what I’m trying to achieve, how I might do that in a more effective way…

I’m just thinking about dinner, a shower, a movie and bed.

That’s just the way it is.

Love

Luke

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Day 963