Only a couple more days of this exile. I miss her, but long days at work help.
I’ve been practically living at the gym. As if all that running and pushing away at dead weight were actually getting me somewhere. I always feel better once i’m moving, though, and the high lasts for hours.
A crack in the wall: I got to take her and her father to lunch yesterday. This funny little mexican joint called Susie’s with a clean dining room and dirty customers. Drank coke out of a bottle for the first time in years. Not really Coke, but it tasted close enough.
Called Ruiner and told him we were going out for a beer. I thought better of it once I got there, but decided one beer couldn’t hurt.
I woke up this morning, mostly on the couch and fully dressed, wearing a bracelet I’d never seen before and with a name and number that had no face. Somehow I’d managed to set the alarm on my phone, albeit for the wrong time, so I made it to work on time. No gym this morning, I probably would have puked on the Yoga Lady.
I’m hoping the next couple days pass like last night, quick and quickly forgotten. I miss the smell of cotton candy lips and hiding from the world in the curve of her neck.
Hopefully my head and stomach will stop fighting long enough for me to get some work done.
Still no bed?
Not till this weekend. I am constantly amazed at your ability to pull the most trivial and unimportant detail out of any given situation/conversation. Bravo.
Disregard that. I’m grouchy.
Eeek! What are you running from? What would be waiting for you if you slowed down? How will this not translate into codependancy? First sign of youngsters going wrong, you’ve got to nip it in the bud!
I have more issues today than I know what to do with, Chris-san.
the name and number I can understand… sort of. But what’s with the bracelet? who’d you swipe it from?
I’m a little hazy on some of the details. You should see the emails i wrote after I got back to the house!!!
at least there wasn’t a chain attached to the bracelet. or a strange person in the shower. That’s something to be grateful for. Or am I assuming too much…?
I am ALWAYS a strange person in the shower. but noone else… not to worry, I keep the chains put away for special occasions.