In the grand scheme of things, it's not a big deal. But despite knowing that in the back of my mind, it still stung pretty bad.
Friday night. No one's on IM and nothing's happening on Facebook's News Feed. Here I am in my apt, snuggled up on the couch with 3 fleece blankets, the smell of toasted almonds wafting from the kitchen. I have Peter Jackson's King Kong playing on mute, and Jay Chou's
A box of Zyrtec sits on the Eames era table 5 feet away. They're too far to reach. But I guess it's ok to sneeze once in a while.
Such a dreary night, and all that keeps playing on my mind are the following lines:
Ocean bird and fish are in love
This is accidental
Poor King Kong