Headache. Went to El Pollo Loco yesterday and ordered a side of "Fresh Vegetables." Watched the guy throw a plastic bag of broccoli into the microwave. Smelled horrific and was exiled to the balcony to eat. Sorry for wanting to feel healthy, guys.
The light still feels like it's sunrise, only now it's sunset. Sunsets are exponentially more depressing than sunrises.
Soon I'll finally pull myself from this wonderful nest of blankets and then proceed to throw some clothes on. Maybe eat a burrito. Drive down state and buy myself a fancy bra. Perhaps tea. Some chocolate?
I'll tell myself that I won't look at the couples because I assume they'll either make me bitter or shitty feeling. But perhaps I'll get lucky and be indifferent. That's probably what will happen.
Still headache. These microfiber sheets are better than any valentine.
Fuck it. I'm not going back to bed.
I'm just going to lounge.
This morning I had an epic conversation with Kyle Economou that made me feel a little better. He introduced me to the most peaceful looking picture in the world. I want to be here, with my pet wolf, and I shall name him Kiba. Then we shall watch the sun simply light up the winter mist as the day proceeds cooly, calmly and crisply. It will just be the two of us, and that will be fine.
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