I am writing to you from behind closed eyes. I am tired…tiiirreeedddddd ya here me. It has not been a day for writing, only mental and vocal battles for my sanity. If given the opportunity I think my workforce would 100% bury me in emails and menial request, just to keep me from doing my actual job until the last hour of my workday. Oh wait, that happens daily. Anyway I think I want to start a juice bar. Like even thought everyone says the world is going to shit and economy is horrible, and even though I’ve literally never wanted to be an entrepreneur I have a feeling I’d be good at it. It’s not to say that I won’t be good at being a writer or that I don’t want to I think it’ll be a good additional income, ya know? But yea…a juice bar…and a bookstore. Actually it’s a place I want to call the Coffee Bar that is a coffee shop (obv) but turns into a speakeasy after hours. I daydream about these things often.