I remember having to go to work, that morning, when I wanted nothing more
than to just get back into bed. I should have called in sick. I should have
gotten back into bed. I will regret going to work that morning for as long
as I live.
It's not like that. I'm not like that.
I thought of something to write about, when I get home.
Fearing the flake.
I wonder if I'm supposed to be curious. Well, I am, but I'm not going to ask.
I'm losing my damn resolve again.
Work is fun sometimes!
Deafening silence, blinding darkness...
It's her boyfriend's t-shirt.
Some girl I never saw before in my life is wearing a DaveFest shirt. That's pretty cool.
No matter how many times I try to tell myself that it's degraded into just being about sex, I'm never fooled for very long at all. I think 10 seconds is my record so far.
This is to remind myself to do a load of laundry when I get home.
Worth a try, I suppose. I don't think I've attempted that particular incantation before.
I've had a pretty good day, considering. It could still get better, but I'm not counting on that.
Hungry or not, Red Lobster is always yummy.
I should be hungry by now, but I'm not. Weird.
Let there be no doubt. She was and is my first choice for this. So there.
Great minds think alike, it seems.
But I might drop all other plans and go see The Time Traveler's Wife
instead. That's one of my all-time favorite books.
This morning I'm refreshed, but a little sore.
This movie is pissing me off!
Now I'm giving my phone the finger.