if R weren’t coming back from arizona, it’s entirely possible i would.  the days i don’t have work, sometimes i don’t see a single person.  today, just the guy behind the desk at the gym — how awkward, i was the only one there at 3pm on a friday.  some sales people; i try to keep the uncomfortable spoken exchanges to a minimum.  the cats don’t talk back (though sometimes they try; lucy’s quite pathetic & still can’t manage a proper “cat” noise at 5 months old).  i showered & dressed before going out, but it’s kind of funny, because why?  it’s not like i was going with anyone or it was at all possible i’d run into someone i know — i don’t know anyone here.  why go out at all?

in four hours i’ll be at work, i’ll be the girl behind the register or the one steaming your latte.  maybe i’ll be the sole human interaction for some lonely person out on a saturday morning for coffee.  if i’m the only one you’re talking to, your life is pretty sad, let me just say.