July 16, the old man’s office is being emptied out. I have my volumes of his already, marginalia in-tact.<\/p>\n
Heading up to Riverdale in 20 minutes. I don’t know what the\u00a0etiquette\u00a0is, and I’m not good with those things. I went to the Italian market and got a fruit platter.<\/p>\n
My coworker who has a crush on me wants to go out for drinks tonight. I’m going to go. Don’t really care. I think this whole thing is just starting to hit me, now.<\/p>\n
I have a voicemail with his voice on there, telling me we’d go over my writing soon. So that’s hard.<\/p>\n
Erase or save.<\/p>\n
I’m so thankful I have so many things going on right now, and it’s the perfect time to have no obligations to anyone except myself. Sometimes I realize how lucky I am for my isolation. It’s hard to come by these days. Quiet in a world that can’t stop talking.<\/p>\n
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July 16, the old man’s office is being emptied out. I have my volumes of his already, marginalia in-tact. Heading up to Riverdale in 20 minutes. I don’t know what the\u00a0etiquette\u00a0is, and I’m not good with those things. I went … Continue reading