Day Walker

Oh, and an edit to the post below…

217 days for me to nail a lot of this out.

My lease ends in 217 days.  Right now there is about a 25% 25% 50% split on where I will be living when these days go by.  I know that this time will fly by, so if you want to persuade me on this too… you can try

There are maybe 3 people in the world who will give a shit about this, and I don’t think 2 of them are even on Tumblr.  So, I suppose I’m rambling to myself.  At least it’s putting it out there to make myself accountable for what I’m saying below…

It is officially day one back into full writing mode.  I had taken about a one year hiatus from really writing all the nitty gritty details that I needed to bang out for my book.

I’m going to be doing this in parallel, as sort of a writing exercise for myself, with the other blog that I write, now will be updated at least once daily until I am caught up with the drafts saved from my hiatus.  They won’t reference each other too much, but they are definitely directly linked.

I know some of you out there already have links to that blog, but if you’re one of the people that know about the on goings of the novel and you’re interested, let me know.  I’ll link you.

I’m also going to be sending my draft out to be proof read by three particular people by December.  You may be able to sway me on this if you want to be added to the que.

I don’t cry, so let me explain.

The closest food to my work is across the street from Dell Children’s Hospital.  There is a Chipotle and Starbucks across from one and other in the plaza.  I ran to grab lunch for another girl from work and a coffee for me.

While walking the path between the burrito haven and caffeinated conglomerate there was the smallest little girl.  Well, let’s be serious she wasn’t that young.  If I had to guess she was probably about 17, but she was small.  You could tell she was going through chemo without looking at the scarf on her head.

But, she wasn’t alone.  Next to her was an attractive male about the same age as her.  You know the type, that cute guy from high school who looks like he was built to play sports and made for breaking hearts.  However, he noticed no one but her.  It was windy and her scarf started coming off.  He unwrapped it and I over heard him telling her something along the lines of how she looked great without it.  He then touched the wispy little hairs on her head and kissed her forehead.  She leaned into his side and just sat there blissfully sipping on their drinks, they looked truly content.

To the both of them:

I don’t know either of you.  I can’t say I pray, but I want happy thoughts from me to her, I hope she gets a full recovery.  To the boy, you’re one of a kind, and I hope you don’t change no matter the outcome.  I know what it feels like to lose her, but don’t make the mistakes I did.  And to both of you, thank you for the beautiful thing you showed me when I was convinced at that moment before seeing you that there was nothing truly amazing left anymore.

First date in a while.  It could have been worse.

But it was kinda cute in a hey I’m sick but do you still want to get lunch with me even though you’re wearing yoga pants and haven’t showered today kinda way.

It’s funny. 

We were together for 4 years and you never once did anything for me for Valentines day.

First year apart, and today you finish filing my taxes for me.

Ironic.