Youtube. Close.
Facebook. Close.
Nalgene? Fill it up.
Time for dinner.
I say goodbye to my boss and put in my headphones.
I take the long way to the punching machine- the way that takes me to the grass, instead of the stairs.
My bare feet delight in it.
The click and bang of the machine tells me I can be myself again. No more being quiet and acceptable.
Flag football. That's what's going on in the field I walk by... they are so muddy...
Closer to my building, I see the fine purple dust of fallen leaves that have been trodden on by hundreds of students. It would make a great photograph... if only I had a camera...
Where's my best friend when I need him?
After climbing two flights of stairs and spilling my thoughts, my brain has gone full circle.
I'm hungry...
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