I don’t know if it is just the daily cycle or the conversation I just had with a woman I felt myself falling in love with. She’s looking out for her homeless friend, moved here in April. I heard her say, to someone else in the room, “We can’t worry about May when it’s September.” A positive human being. And a sexy voice, no doubt.
But most important, for the information of myself, I feel good now. No more panic. But seriously what are these pills supposed to be doing? I don’t know if they mix as well with my vices as I might have thought.
I think I will hit up the pub across the street tonight. Stout, at Gold and John, or wherever the entrance is. It’ll be one and done. Don’t know why going to a bar is shaping up to be a big deal but here I am, planning like it’s a wedding.
