Copied from my notebook.
I'm at work. It's raining. I feel like that's all it ever does now. I don't mind too much. It cuts down the hellish heat we'd have otherwise. It wrecks havoc on my hair. Sometimes I wonder why I bother. I guess so I can have a little more confidence. I'm sick of these jobs. It's impossible to get respect at 21. Manager and her regulars talk at the bar about the "horrible, horrible pain" their mothers are in. Aging scares me.
I hope the roads of C's neighborhood aren't flooded when I go home later. I already know this night will be long and I won't want to deal with it. I miss her. It's weird how much. It's only been an hour. I can't ever manage to worry about the things I have to worry about when I'm with her. That's nice.
I read Laura Grace's blog today - it was interesting. Made me miss blogging. Here we are.
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