give me a sunset to hold my wonder

 I love my mother. On sunday she brought me tastey french macaroons as well as fashions from the Champs-Élysées. I've been tired from working and I am still sick. I hope that I have sunday morning free so I can enjoy a long breakfast. I miss them. I learned that I have emotions listed through the entire alphabet, everyone does! I am so terrible at staying awake. I talk about jumbled nonsense. Note to self: never publish diary, not for the sake of secrets, but for the sake of my senseless word salad.