i love the sound of the rain. it hits my porch.
i call it my porch. but really. it is the fire escape so conveniently sitting outside my window. placed just right so.
i think this weekend was perfect in a strange sort of way. friday was spent remembering what it is to be human and just. stop. for a minute or two. i fell hard to the pillow that night, wahee. and saturday, oh saturday. twas a grande day turned a grande day turned a drunk day. and then. it was sunday. sunday was today. though monday is today, really. but it was good. it was hard at first. to remember my name. but once that came, it was smooth sailing with the maccarthys from day to night. and now that its monday, i no longer have words for the weekend.
goodnight and goodnight.
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