I do sketches of my thumbs exactly where I place them when I hold my notebook.
The only reason why I want friends of mine in a class with me is so I can roll my eyes at them when some jerk we don't like says something stupid.
I want it to be warm enough to drive past the abandoned Mill Hill Club on 28 and shake my head and shout thinking about my father working their in the heat of the 1980s listening to the same tunes blaring out of my stereo. It needs to be a certain type of warm. Warm enough to make your eyelids move loosely and for sleep deprivation to not matter in the least. I'm just sick of walking around freezing and wondering.
This is the longest time I have spent off Cape. It makes me anxious. Joseph tells me to fight it. I want to throw in the towel. Dad's off Cape too this weekend. If I went, I'd be alone. If I was alone, I would get quite upset. Better stay here and let my routine act as blinders. I need to take a shower anyway. Lately I've been mentioning the fact I am from the Cape more and more often. I think it's more to comfort myself than to inform others.
All for now
No comments:
Post a Comment