I waited too late to start this entry. Brevity is a gift.
spent time with B—
apprehended the switchyard and sent home instead of enjoying my walk along the trackstried to read
tried to nap
found cooking helps, had manicotti for dinner
long, candid phone call with my ex, who is still my best friend, while I walked barefoot in the cemetery
watched the end of We Need to Talk About Kevin
watched the beginning of Samsaracuddled with my cat, Phoebe
circumvented an argument with a neo-liberal on Facebookthought about a poem that's in the works
That wasn't as brief as it could have been. Goodnight.