i’m not fitting inside my skin properly today. my eyes and fingers have stories they want to tell, but my mind doesn’t want to sit down long enough to get everything out.

i watched “the hours” and it did not make me cry. perhaps i was too distracted by the prosthetic nose. i ate some pizza, i burned some chocolate chip cookies, i took pictures of my eyeball (that was for fun). i didn’t take a shower, i didn’t take off my baseball cap, i didn’t go to either of the two parties i was invited to tonight because the thought of being friendly and sociable to people i’ve never met made me want to go to bed.

so tonight, it’s my fault if i am lonely.