the need for a shirt

monday 10th march 2003 @ 05:52

i barely slept despite your reassurances. i must have dreamed because at some point your face was interchangable. the message was the same. you do not love me and i must leave you. the presence of the cat that passed away was a sure sign of this time passing on too.

i have a long rush hour train journey ahead to a seminar i'm not interested in. i'd iron a shirt but i realise i don't have one. i wasn't prepared for our funeral.