Thursday, March 1, 2012

I love yesterday. It is such a sweet secret.

A skip day. Like being on a glitch realm when servers go down for maintenance, but your instance keeps running anyway.

No one watched yesterday. People born will only be 25 in 100 years. Glory, glory be.

Me? I drank a hip flask worth of vodka before eating indian food with a woman I've never met before. I don't think we'll ever see each other agin: the conversation didn't flow like we'd hoped it would, or thought it would, chatting online.

A secret day, a secret dinner. Dreams I won't remember when I'm asleep.