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Back In The Real World- A Journal-Part One

***I had to see, AJ.

Today was amazing. I thought I would find that in the week I took off from everything unless I wanted to do it. And during that time, wonderful things did happen. But nothing compared to today.
It started out simple enough. I still haven't any children here, so I sleep in until the last possible moment. Then I sit at the keyboard and decide I can squeeze in a few minutes of writing. This ends with me rushing around, spending too long finding my missing door key, leaving me pissy and almost late. But it is cold and I get to wear my brown shirt. I am, after all, serious about getting back into the Real World.
I catch my bus and I am downtown before I know it. I stop at my coffee shop and I leave a bigger tip than usual. The woman behind the counter screws up my coffee, but she is doing her best to be pleasant on this Monday morning after a long weekend.
I have never bought a stamp in downtown London before and I do not recommend doing it. I have to go to four stores, two with long line-ups filled with Mary-Kate and Ashley stuff. This journey back in the Real World is starting to suck, I am thinking to myself.
Finally, I get to where I need to be.
And I was productive when I needed to be.
Then I left.
I decide to walk up a few bus stops since I have no set time to be home. I meet up with Andrew. He is in a pretty good mood, considering what he has been through lately. He offers me a coffee and I think it would indeed be nice to catch up. We drink coffee and go to a music store, checking out custom posters for Matchbox 20 and record albums. We laugh at all the geeky music. We have a nice time.
On the way home, the bus is jammed-packed. I have to stand and I am not so good at the whole balance thing. But it is funny I keep stepping on the man beside me. A bunch of us joke and laugh. It is Monday, remember? And explains this.
I come home to emptiness. Charlie is on Messenger and we talked until he was ready to go out on his experimental date. Charlie let me know I was not retarded tonight. That was nice of him. It is not often he is.
I say to him "Come over after." But I always say this and do not expect him to show.

To Be Continued (I am tired)


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