tuesday.

tuesday.

tomorrow.

normally, the only thing to really detest about a tuesday is that it's still so early in the week, and so far away from the weekend. aside from that and all the specific little things that happen on any given day, there isn't much wrong with a tuesday.

but, tomorrow

is tues day.


on tomorrow tuesday, i have my first appointment with pastor greg somebody righteous,
who i'm supposed to talk to about my problems.
it could be my mind being me being cynical, but how it will happen is
i'll change who i am so as not to cause confrontation
or give reason to disapprove.

i feel like. maybe. i'm being quick to judge.
and a hypocrite.
since isn't that my problem with pastor greg somebody?
why should i be judged,
greg?
you don't really know me, do you,
greg?

i don't know greg, either.
i don't know me, either.
i don't know my problems, either.
i don't know why it hurts, either.
i don't know why i did or didn't, either.
i don't know.

either is a strange word.



i wonder what we'll talk about.