teany

....kiss my forehead
and tell me you love tea
and let me lie all over you....

that was in a letter I wrote about hump day/wednesday/a day we never, ever had again.

how was philly?
did you think about me? did you imagine me next to you? my guess is that you didnt.

I find myself talking to myself much in the same way I coached myself into phasing 'achey-breaky' out of my life: in that coaxing, and reassuring way. I often say, "youve made it this far....you can go another hour/day/few days/....it hasnt been so bad...itll get easier...distract yourself/there is plenty to do instead/ etcetera.....and so forth"

we speak now more than we used to. it is this strange reversal that I am sure you (or i) will curtail soon enough.

i should be learning science. "distract yourself," says the voice in my head....

curious how my craving for yaffa has mysteriously increased over the past few days...