I'm waiting for him to get out of bed.
I'm waiting for him to get out of bed so we can eat.
It's a short walk to the diner and they say it won't be as cold today.
My mind starts to wander and I'm wondering if I should swallow anything.
Everything used to have such an effect but now it's all starting to wane.
I'm going to give him ten more minutes.
Maybe this is the self-absorption he had spoken about?
He never said it directly, but I knew just what he meant
when he opened his mouth and out came the alphabet soup of words, to break my heart.
It didn't break my heart. Nothing ever will.
It broke my stride, for about 45 minutes.
I took my elbows and pushed them hard into the pavement.
I pulled the weight off of me and straightened my legs to be tall again.
I am in the dire search for consistency. I'm not sure what the appeal is of all these females on their beds? I think everyone could dance.
The mutual understanding between a lady and a man is obviously never quite there.
Sickness will always take a toll on us. We must keep going and not let it slow us down. I can't count the amount of days that I have not wanted to move in the slightest from my warm cocoon. If you don't you will suffer even greater.
It is a good idea to interact with the city in which you live. My roommate brought up a very valid point regarding driving in the city. Those who drive all the time are missing out on a very important part of the everyday city life, interacting with the city itself. Those people who never take the trains or buses never really see the other folks that live here too. They miss out on the poverty, they miss out on the underground subway art, they miss out on the human interaction. I'm curious now as to what defines a city.
I think I hear movement upstairs. Is he finally going to come down and eat with me? I'm finally getting too much high because I got bored while waiting. I think he really might be ready now. So many of my days start out like this. Waking up, Mike goes to work, I make some funny comment about how someone has to pay the bills, I fall back asleep in his bed, Marc comes downstairs and askes me to go get food with him. Sometimes he asks if I want coffee. We sit around, watch the weather channel, talk about learning french, clean the house. Then I go home. It's so quiet in this house in the morning.
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i like this and I definitely feel disconnected from the city since I've had my car here. Last year every time we left the building it was an adventure in between point A and B. Although I do enjoy driving down lake shore listening to KC & the sunshine band.
Soon enough I will return to freezing on El platforms or I'll just finally get my bicycle or maybe even a motorcycle.
haha, but you do take public transit occasionally. trust me, i appreciate you having a car a lot. you aren't really who i think misses out. i think it's more those people who have never experienced not having a car in the city. you've definitely lived without.
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