is laundry night, so I'm going to treat myself to a glass bottle root beer or cream soda or oooh! black cherry soda, stuck in the freezer for about 45 minutes to create that dark little iceberg at the top of the bottle.
I'm not going to eat anything. Nothing but cake anyway. And I'm going to read and daydream and listen to music and contemplate what tonight might have been like if you were around, where we'd go, what we'd do.
Its not so bad. There will be lightning bugs rising from the ground at dusk, like little flourescent zombies. Plus, its the full moon in like a week, and I can always get myself ready for that, soda in hand, and go howling through the streets.