(gonna make it through this year)

Brunch, eggs benny with salmon, a la carte. The guy who runs the restaurant I wish I owned is sitting at the next table, he has sulky lips and eyes like Paul Rudd. That restaurant is an old house that serves vegetarian food and good coffee in perfectly thin mugs, plays Talib Kweli and supplies fresh architecture-lifestyle magazines.

Spend an afternoon watching an orchestra in the park and talk about learning to make stained glass. Hobbies. Snowshoeing. Now some green tea and sleep.

Things became clearer. Resisting this relationship thing, afraid mine will be like so many others. Like the point in the game where you get caught and surrender and throw your hands in the air, good natured losing. But then, it's not like the rules really apply anywhere else, so why they would apply there is unknown.

I would like very much to be wrong about very many things.

Currently Listening To: Jenn Grant, and this