Tuesday, January 1, 2013

1, Again

Today was the New Year.  I went to a bar with Pete, O, Micaela, and Ciera.  We saw desperate people in glitter try to make the most of an otherwise uneventful night.  We stayed up late and woke up early.  I ate my good luck noodles--too few because I was the last to serve myself.

I drove, I ate pho.  I am tired and want to go home.

I am home.  I have work.