this morning #671.

this morning, while there was a large, lovingly-prepared breakfast set before him, he would’ve preferred to just sit there at the table, sipping coffee & water. at the moment, his insides felt like a ziploc full of jello. the smell of meats just made things worse. there was so much activity in the kitchen that he had trouble focusing on any single event. as it was, he’d met most of these folks just last night & then promptly drank away most of their names. he did remember one of them though. monica. they’d spent hours in the backyard chopping it up by the fire, getting to know each other. he hated that, once he finally got his shit together, he’d have to get to know her all over again.