(This post was written a couple months ago, I just never published it. It’s still very relevant, so i guess you can read it now. Be blessed, y’all!) I was awakened at 430a by a pack of wild dogs rushing into my chamber. Initially, I was frightened, but confusion came quickly to it’s side. Why were my dogs out of their room on a day no one in the house needed to be up at this hour doing anything? My world is leaning on its left leg with 7 toes pointing sideways and the other 6

As i’ve mentioned before, i’m a rather linear person. I like things to be orderly, or at the very least, sensible. I prefer to be on time, though life sometimes dictates otherwise. I like for people to be where they’re supposed to be, doing what they’re supposed to be doing when they’re supposed to be doing it. If there’s a schedule, i like for it to be adhered to. I don’t think that’s asking a lot. Is it? Order? Simplicity? Linearity? (incidentally, i thought i was making