Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
Should I try to try harder?
I walked fast. I held my back straight. I closed my eyes.
I stopped and stared down into the valley but I still felt bad.
I drank all the vodka. I drank all the beer. I listened to that sketched out mix cd that never changed hands.
I fell asleep wearing your abandoned clothes.
Now I’m not sure what to do.
I left. That means you can’t continue to assail me with unpleasantness. That’s how it’s supposed to work.
…and if I fall asleep I will probably snore. At least I assume I will. As of late no one has been providing a minute by minute account of my breathing patterns, but I don’t think these are the sorts of things that are prone to change.