i walked home in the warm darkness last night and the streets were deserted. i checked my watch and it was only 9:30 - where WAS everyone?
of course: the first night of hockey in Toronto. it felt like every person in the city was parked in front of a television with their friends. I felt so sorry for myself as i trudged home from yet another 12 hour day with a throbbing headache.
*
enough is enough. i called in sick to work this morning. I WAS sick.. .I AM sick. but apparently my day-long rest gave me just enough energy to dance until 2am. good for me. i need more of the calling-in-sick and the dancing and the flirting.
also on my list: figure out what i want. get it.
not so hard at all, is it?
[but seriously: what do i want? and how do i get it?]
2:35 a.m. - 2005-10-07
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