Intergenerational

I spend a lot of time thinking about my parents' lives. I don't know much about their past, and when I ask them it's like they don't want to tell me. There are times when they talk about it. It's nice to hear their stories.

So I've got a presentation where I was suppose to interview people, but I kept forgetting about it and leaving it for later. It's due tomorrow afternoon. I'm angry with myself right now, yet starving for something I don't know: I'm hungry. My breath smells awful too.