#53 February 22.

#53 February 22.

10:20
Arrive home. Stand in parking lot staring at the building where the cute
redhead lives. Flash for a second on the thought of sharing some time with
her. Stare up at the sky. It’s clearing up. Yep, definitely a boring
night at hand.
10:30
Stare at first foot again. Consider staring at the wall. Think of how
I could be at work getting ahead on the next week.
10:40
Wonder if it’s just me, or if it’s Tucson. Unable to decide what is wrong
with Tucson, I come to the unpleasant alternative decision.
10:50
Consider going to bed. Wonder if I can even remember how to cry.

-Xibo, “Am I dying, am I dead.”

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