inanity & the weather

Boredom is a sin, so it's good I have such an excessively dimensioned imagination. Give me one conversation and I can create a whole world in those little sprinkles of space between our faces. It will carry on with my funny little mind, and I'll get through my day all the same.

I'll do my work. I'll think about your smile and pick out names for our children and how I'll get along with your mother someday. I'll almost, but not quite, write your name with a heart around it in advocacy class. Right after I kind of killed it for cross-examining. I'm only good at things because of this funny delusive habit, isn't that weird?

(Then I'll see him again and make some awkward small talk and then go straight to a bathroom stall to laugh at myself. And laugh some more).

Maybe it's because of the spring that brings these giddy hormone games swimming through my thoughts. Oh, life. Yesterday in yoga I was praying to Jenn, but then apologizing to her as well. She's not my ghost.