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06.23.03 :: 4:06 pm
He told me of heating up soup last night in an empty apartment and whatever sadness that gave him. I said I had the same feeling while grocery shopping alone and the cart had the one busted wheel, spastically trying to roll along. We'll get over it. Some day, none of this will matter. I don't think I'm ready to start dating, but it would be nice to feel like I can if I wanted to. I have to say I enjoy the new commute into work. Half hour on one subway and that's that. It's the perfect short story reading train ride. I'm going to buy a lot of books this summer. Keeping the brain busy and the time flying. |