today was a weird day. and i can't help but wonder what would have happened if that email wasn't sent—if today was just an ordinary thursday.
friends, decisions, capital letters, loneliness.
(what if pickles didn't have fur?)
i wish it all made sense. and my insides weren't turning metallic.andmyreflectionrobotic.
today i took a mental smoke break outside with george-the-dog. and in mid-throw of the chuck-it, i let my impulses get the best of me. and i realized i need to do that one thing i was scared about last year.
it's 8:33 p.m.
when i close my eyes i realize a familiar jingle is on tv—the one that i used to think was annoying, then later put it on my phone as a ringtone—michael says 'pump it' and jim and pam are talking long distance.
i know it's all going to be okay.
