Open the sunroof

Open the sunroof. Thankfully, it opens all the way this time. I look out and see if there are any stars. Not dark enough yet. Still it’s beautiful, a very deep blue clear sky… pierced every few seconds by the flash of a street light. Doing 65 mph, I figure out the timing and blink my eyes shut to miss each of them.

Moby:18:Fireworks. Play this song at night when you’re feeling lonely.

“You look tired,” he said to me an hour ago. “Yep.” I replied. A few minutes later he said it again. How else did he WANT me to reply? SIGH I didn’t try very hard to convince him otherwise. Was I wearing my feelings on my shoulder? Nah. Just too tired to get into it.

God. Whatever chemical it is that has gone missing from my body… I’ll pay handsomely for it.

And how does one explain to his supervisor the reason why he didn’t work 40 hours this week? I’m damn lucky. What if I worked somewhere where they weren’t so understanding?

I wish I could just sleep-in tomorrow. And the day after that. In fact… if the world stopped for about 2 weeks. I’ll bet I could catch up.