Sunday.


So there I am at the restaurant... it's a place I love... primarily because it reminds me of home... I'm surrounded by people yet I feel lonely... the loneliest I have felt in months... they keep talking and yapping... yada yada yada... but I'm lost somewhere... trying to concentrate on my meal...

I've got six mini-hamburgers and hash browns... the mini-hamburgers remind me of White Castle... the best burger in the whole world... but these are nothing like them.... this is a big hamburger chopped up into six little pieces... but still good... I've covered the hash browns in ketchup and tabasco... I love them... they could use some onion and maybe be a little moister... but they're still good...

and the people around me keep talking and talking... but I'm too far gone by now...

I wish she would just come in through the door... but then again... what difference would that make?... maybe a polite hello... probably one of those kisses that are not really kisses... those where you just get press your cheek against the other person's cheek and kiss the wind... I hate those... that's the kind of "kiss" you give people you don't know... so impersonal... I really prefer a handshake to one of those...

so, I'll better go back to my hash browns... I order a chocolate shake... full American diner experience... mini-burgers, hash browns, chocolate shake... to drown my loneliness.