I drove my good friend Gabe to work this morning. I was hungover. The sun was out, the air was still, it was beautiful. I listened to a band I've heard 1800 times again, and it felt new. I cried. When I got home I crawled back into bed. The day has been longer than I could have ever imagined.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
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What? No bath?
Were they real tears or were your eyes just watering because you need a bath?
Are you out of bubbles? Or is it button-up pajamas you lack?
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