so now she’s closing up her store and here i am, thinking. did i do wrong? i guess i didn’t, at least this time i tried. well that doesn’t really make things any better, does it?
a kiddo with his psp cuts of my thoughts: “is the wifi free here?” actually i don’t know, i couldn’t find any signal. before i can check the signal he got, he’s gone. “gotta run”. alone again.
with a postcard in my hand, a beer in my pocket and a lot of thoughts on my mind i’m sitting in a hotel lobby, where they play “bad day” at that exact moment. but was it so bad? i guess it wasn’t, at least i tried this time.
i still can’t find any network and maybe i’ll switch from the lobby to the shore just right outside. if it just wasn’t so damned cold out there.
well there are those thoughts again, that have been “haunting” me all day. should i call her again? and what good could that do?
well i guess i’ll just write her a postcard. one she’s been waiting for, for a year now. except: she probably hasn’t been waiting for it.
the network’s still not working, but i don’t care anymore. i’ll just get a jacket and head out to the lake.