I went on a date last night with some architect. It was pretty boring all things considered. The highlight of the date was some Korean fast food place he showed me in the city. He also paid for my dinner. I’m not entirely sure why he did that. He’s an artsy, hipster-y kind of dude, and I’m….
My point being he probably saw from the get go we’re from the opposite side of the train tracks, yet he still foot the bill. His Spaniard mannerisms are quite nice.
My date ended short, like, that shit was over within an hour. I drove home, started to put my clocks forward on my stove and microwave (my house appliances haven’t sprung forward yet)… and then I passed out.
Fortunately I stumbled a bit to my knees before I caught the floor, but I fucked up my elbow pretty badly on the unforgiving tile. I don’t know how long I was out for. I remember I felt nauseous and had to take quick, shallow breaths. And then my body locked up. I let the sleep take me. I was so glad I made it home before unconsciousness had its way with me.
This is a fine time to make sure my health insurance is in order.
I have a hard time forgetting people. Sometimes I wish I could wipe my memory clean; I wouldn’t care so much about things that shouldn’t matter anymore. I’d get more sleep, but I think I’d know something was missing.
That’s a lie. I’d still lose sleep.
I’d go insane because I’d miss someone I had no recollection of. I’d be empty and not know why.
Cut out the cancer. Give me a pill. Blind me. Hobble me. Flay the skin from my back. Take my hands from my wrists. Insanity doesn’t suit me.
Take this evening. It is one of many more to come. I never fall asleep before I fall apart. But please flee my mind by sunrise.
I’ve been sitting, watching life pass from the sidelines. Been waiting for a dream to seep in through my blinds. I wondered what might happen if I left this all behind. Would the wind be at my back? Could I get you off my mind this time?
With the exception of my laptop, yoga ball, and a lamp, I’m all moved in at my summer apartment. I don’t want to stay in my new place though. I can’t sleep well in a new environment by myself. I wish Michael were here so I could sleep next to someone…
It’s 2240. I know I won’t get a wink of sleep. It’s going to be a long night.
AND THE AC ISN’T PUMPING OUT COLD AIR! THIS BLOWS THE BIG ONE!