*I fell asleep last night while writing this. I forgot my thought, so it kind of drops off.
**Also, this doesn't count towards tonight's post.


I forget to shave every other day.
Those every other days add up.
Soon I look more tired than I actually am.
I think it's because there's no one to impress anymore.

Some night I am going to get dressed up to stay in.
Read, listen to old records, take one of dad's cigars, have some scotch.

I find that I've become that person who like to sit in a room and not talk with people, with people in the room. To sit in silence together. Dwelling, as breathing and pondering fills the silence. Only with people whom I find comfort in, though.