I just read the most awful book I've ever read
but I'm in this crazy good mood
can't quite put my finger on it, don't quite want to
Decided I'm getting a tattoo, cracking myself up
and the last day of allowing myself to splurge on food,
went to Waffle House and sat at the bar, alone
reading the most awful book I've ever read
and what I ordered happened to be the day's special
watched as a waitress stared at me from the sliver of a window on the staff door
listened as another told a story that uninterested the oldest server
something something about marriage. marriage and eggs.
the old server didn't give a damn.
and they all practiced singing country music.
and the rain started pouring. it's so cold today, robbed of a fall, but still
I'm in a good mood
and my waitress told me she'd planned to walk to the bank, but the rain wouldn't let her
and I surprised myself by offering her a ride
she declined
and it's raining here, but not there, there but not here
text message typo: Ate you at lunch
well, that'd be interesting, surely
and I'm back, stuffed, full, still cracking myself up, still in love,
looking forward to a sleep over tonight
and discussions about silly tattoos and bad books and inside jokes and and
and
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