Sophie: No I... I used to play but I.... I don't anymore.
I know I must have intended to write something oh so profound with this post. I came up with a title that amused me and then saved it as a draft on November 19th at 22:57. The only other bit I wrote down was the single line of dialogue above. It's like a note I began to write to myself and never finished. Now I come back to it and can't remember what the damn thing was about. I do know that after the line of dialogue, the three characters in the room take the D train to Coney Island. ("Oh boy!")
I added Monet's Water Lilies today. My reason? It's pretty and a bit sad. That's about all I got.
Rainy day today. I went to Ikea with my sister and picked up props for a maternity shoot on Saturday. On the way home I said that part of my brain thinks Mike is hiding in a closet somewhere. Another part can't believe he was ever here at all. "The two thoughts are connected I suppose," I said. "Where is he?"
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Anyone else want chocolate ice cream?