Saturday

On through lunch..

Such is life. Where to begin? Last night was yet another unsurpassable dream. Who are you? How did you get here? Certainly I didnt invite you. Most definitly I didn't mean for you. But you are here. Oh. I noticed that most of all your socks don't match. Alice's socks don't match.. somthing doesn't add up. This puts me in a very precarious position. Its only been a few times that I have ever seen you. Bumping into you was a mistake. I was hungry and you offered to buy me lunch. Somewhere I ended up staying past dinner. Mixed up letters and Scrabble boards hurt.Its hot in here.I'm melting on the inside. Laying here like this makes my eyes droopy. Can you ever possibly understand a thing like this?

If I had 72 Hours Left..

What would I do? How would I spend it? I’d fly back to New York and ask my family for something simple: let’s celebrate Christmas together. ...