If you were me at this very moment, this is what you would be doing -
You’d be near a window listening to city rain. You’d be wearing pajama pants your mother made with a white t-shirt belonging to either you, your girlfriend, or any member of either family. You’d be under a deadline for an article due in less than 24, so you’d also be pacing about your apartment eating chips with humus and taking sips of a coffee every five to ten. You’d leave your coffee in another room for an occasional excuse to rise.
Your cat would be sleeping. Your girlfriend would be texting. Your mother would be calling to say that your father would be fishing, if only he could find his worms.
You’d want to buy a lotto ticket at the deli downstairs. You’d enjoy that break, but instead you blog about it on this new blog you’re trying to hard to justify.
And instead of posting a picture of what you see right now, you’d write 175 words.
