This morning, I am at the front desk.

Apparently I was forewarned about this, but I forgot. I also forgot my cell phone, which means I am sitting at the front desk, with nothing to do. I cannot text people, I cannot listen to my opera, I cannot be interesting. I have to sit. Here. With the only feasible vaguely amusing event being surfing the internet on a really, really slow connection.

Today is SO not looking bright.

I could, however, in my spare time, compose my love in the form of sonnets and love songs for my cell phone. While I do not actually love my phone, I love the company it brings me and the funny messages people send me which make me laugh.

It feels like a part of my has been left behind. A hand. A finger. My virtual mouth. I FEEL NAKED. I FEEL ALONE. I FEEL DESERTED BY SOCIETY IN GENERAL.



Nevermind this is my fault for smoking weed and wiping out my short term memory.