Thursday, October 07, 2004
Thoughts Were So Alive
She grew tired of so many people trying to be funny; sending distressed e-mails to friends who don't reply, stating how great everything is going, how the weather is here, who something new is going great when it's really scaring her to silence; how she knows practically no one in a strange town that's becoming frightfully familiar; knowing the drive-thru workers on the midnight shift and the doormen for retail stores on new Tuesdays; looking forward to such Tuesdays to buy music that passes her time for her, giving her someone to sing sappy lyrics with; telling relatives she just hadn't found that right guy yet when there hadn't been any open to being found; sitting down at the computer with nothing to look at except the card games that came with it; making Take-out Night a treat that suddenly happens three nights a week; calling home and hearing about who's gotten their driver's license and looking at colleges; considering a cough a sick day; looking at the calendar, empty as it is, and long.
