Long Week

I woke up this morning, puddled around for a bit, got totally dressed and came to the library. I even put on eyeshadow.

I know I came here for a reason.

But I cannot remember what for.


I have no idea.

But I promise there was a reason.

So, now I’m just sitting in a deep leather chair listening to music watching traffic move slowly down Broughton St. waiting to remember.

It’s been 26 minutes already.

I’m not rushing this.

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