the world was moving, she was right there with it
the night went by fast. i read a really depressing fitzgerald story. and waited for a phone call that never came. i just flipped on kid a. i felt a little less lonely when the wind from my window made me laugh outloud. i flipped from being stressed to tired to lonely to hot chocolate. everything in its right place. i watched a sign flicker in the street light. and wondered if it had caught anyone else's eye. i thought about where i was last year at this time. i miss the cafe a lot. the people. its weird how your life gets divided into periods of time based on where you were working. the little caesar's era. lick's. the cafe. benetton. each had a very definite period. happy st. patrick's day by the way. i wish i hadn't left my bailey's at jess'. i could use the warmth.