Tonight, I channel-surfed for over three hours to avoid feeling. Best I could do. I'm in a hotel room in another city. Presented today at a workshop and did well. Not the point. Since arriving yesterday, have been acutely aware that no one was waiting for me to call after I checked in. Now, similarly aware that, tomorrow, no one is waiting for me to get home. My housemates will be glad to see me. Not her, "that special someone," as some writers in the online ads say. Isn't there. Isn't here. Isn't in the television.
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