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Back In the Real World-A Journal-Part Two

I go into my kitchen and actually cook for myself tonight. It does not matter it only takes 10 minutes to make. I have not cooked in a week. You have to get back in the swing of things slowly, sometimes.
Amber comes over and we play a game of Revenge, laughing hysterically the whole time. She is great. We have to wipe our eyes a lot.
It has felt like October all day long. And there is nothing I enjoy more than October. We decide to take a lazy walk to Tim Horton's to grab coffee. We must look odd not moving fast.
We stop to talk to Gord briefly on the way back.
Then we go in her house. We play The Cat in the Hat on her new X-Box, for about ten minutes. It is hard to play something that looks like a movie. Sigh. I am getting old.
We gab girly and laugh through a box of her favorite stuff.
I walk through my front door after 11 p.m. and I guess I just did not see it.
I think I might blog. I wonder if I have anything to really write about.
So, I stall. I go pee. I clean up Tim Hortons cups. I turn on my media player and I still have no clue what to write about. Today was average, right?
I play I Believe In A Thing Called Love-The Darkness first. That guy is a freak. He is wonderful. But I want to sing along all freaky with him and this is not giving me any ideas for a blog.
Maybe someone is on Messenger. Sometimes, creative has been known to come from my list.
Shawn is online. That makes me smile. He is a pretty smart guy. And I haven't talked to him in 5 days. And of course, we have a good conversation. I also decide to leave an experiment in the window for a few days to see what happens, during this time.
Charlie comes on Messenger. He asks if I got it. Got what? The coffee he left on my porch. Charlie did decide to come over! I feel bad I was not home.
And he thinks I should.
He was in a car accident not too long after he stopped knocking on the front door I never opened tonight and although both him and the car are fine and he had himself towed on home, he would like to know how I would have lived with the guilt had he died out on that horrible hi-way in pitch darkness, all alone(run-on sentence-wink*).
The sad part is, I do not know if I could have.
I already have Bill.

To Be Continued

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