Today was the longest day of the year. I wanted to play hooky. Go to the roof, day drink by the pool. I hope there is a parallel universe where that happened. I am told there is a full moon out right now.
I ran three miles after work. Immediately when I started running it rained on me. It's wasn't horrible. Complimented my sweat and my mood well. I was sad today. Someone play a violin for me. Write a fucking sonnet about it.
I was focused at work. I used my grumpy to be focused. I haven't been that clearheaded in a while. Work felt easy. Thinking was boring. It seemed like everything I said or thought had an echo to it. There was a loneliness in the effort.
Nathan is helping me get some things together for Hannah's birthday. He's the sort of man we all wish we could be. I enjoy being his friend, but it always makes me feel guilty. I'm not as good of a person. It's like if you spent the night at your friend's much nicer, bigger home. You never quite feel comfortable or welcome, no matter how much they tell you "me casa is su casa".
My apartment was without power today.
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