Friday night.
I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten how to be single. I’m also sure that I never did anything on Friday nights anyway, with or without a boyfriend to spend it with.
I brewed some tea.
I geeked out over my new Tattly tattoos (ice cream cones and watermelons).
I read about the history of sitcoms on a poorly designed 1990s website.
I texted Sarah about said website.
I ate potato chips.
I decided not to brush my teeth.
I thought about changing my Facebook status.
I reread a story I wrote.
I thought of papers I could write: THE THEOLOGY OF THE SITUATIONAL COMEDY.
I remembered that I already have a focus (literature).
I started thinking, I should read more than I do. What if someone asks me, what did I read this summer and I can only name (counting) four. FOUR!
I texted everyone who might still be awake.
I thought about how much I miss texting Bethany; new moms need their sleep!
I thought about how I’ll probably go broke paying off student loans starting this winter.
I braided my hair.
I copied quotes into my moleskin.
I watched Gilmore Girls and questioned Lorelai and Rory’s attachment issues.
I read blog posts.
I listened out my window.
I jumped when I heard gunshots (fireworks).
I added to the list Nick Rassi told me to start: 50 things I like about myself. I’m at 23.
I picked out what I’m going to wear to Cecelia and Ryan’s wedding next week.
I thought about dancing; I wish I liked dancing.
I decided to brush my teeth.
I thought of a reason to text the ex.
I reconsidered.
I thought about reading my Bible.
I reconsidered.
I counted likes on Instagram.
I considered getting new glasses.
And I wrote this blog post.
July 26, 2014