this morning #935.

this morning, though i was trying to hide my confusion, i was certain that my ignorance was bound to come bounding on out into the open soon enough if i couldn’t use all the context clues to piece together whether, in the grand scheme of things, i was truly doing something wrong or if i was doing something worthy of glory, something that i’d regret later or something that i could be proud of as i perused the comments that he’d left on my paper about what he thought about my style of writing but i guess that i’m probably going to have to just break down & ask him & eventually admit that i don’t have a clue what he means by “watch those run-on sentences.”