I have spent the bulk of the weekend in my pajamas save for the 6 hours I spent drinking last night with girlfriends. Two women 5 and 10 years my junior; jaded and burnt out on men and overly sensitive about making sure we all kept our expenses the same.
My Old Fashioned drinks burned and smoked down my throat as their magic addled my brain. Then the sadness crept in.
I hadn’t wanted to go out in the first place; I’d offered to see Rex, but I didn’t hear from him and so I’d made other plans, naturally.
Tina chatted up a beautiful man who somehow epitomized Brooklyn New York and her friend, Sina, cozied up with a handsome and grizzly older fellow. I spent my time trying to give them each space.
I awoke on Tina’s couch alone and with an aching back. This back ache is a symbol of my stillness, my general paralysis, and I hate it. I need to move more, sweat more. All this sedentary bullshit is literally breaking me.
Good thing tomorrow is a new day and I can start anew. Thank god for the never-ending turning of our world.