Lunchtime. She sits in the park opposite her office building. She sits like that girl in high school used to sit on the steps of the school with her book; huddled, her body language muttering "please don't notice. please somebody notice me."
So I was doglike sick last night, pretending to be ok while actually being a hopelessly off-balance moron. Shots of whiskey. The last time I've been so... stricken, I was with Nate. Still feel bad, so Im not gonna write much.
