Prompt: "Please write a personal journal entry as if the date were September 20, 2030."
St. Mary's College, MD.
Dear Journal, I have yet to permeate the reasoning of formally addressing your journal. It is professional and neat looking, yet it is also a personal and unprofessional circadian medley of my life. If I am writing it for myself, why address it toward "Journal?" Anyways, after today's befuddlement, I cannot wait until the aurora of tomorrow because any day will seem like a good one. This morning is when everything started off on the wrong foot. After changing my suit, due to the coffee that had found its way all down my right side, I set off for work just to realize that I had left my laptop in my home office. Retrieving the laptop hastily, I made it to work only to find myself three minutes late and now considered a dilatory employee by my new and apathetic boss.
I have been thin