February 19, 2013
Tuesday is my favorite day. Just now I was looking at photos of an old friend in Facebook and noticed something different about her: eye make up. She was pretty then, she's prettier now. I have no idea what this has to do with Tuesday being my favorite day. A few hours ago I was in bed thinking of you and how I can manage to go on like This. "This" being a state of confusion and immobility resulting in hours upon hours of worry over whether I can stop feeling fond of you and what happens next by then?