Last night, my parents stayed out.   I was helping Father at the store, and when we got down at around 6, Mother was there.  She got done at a normal hour, rare right now for her.   So do they go home?  No.  I look into buying some things and I still beat them home.   When I call, Father said they're out with customers.  Saying goodbye?
After exercise I immediately go home, get naked, watch a little Kimmel, and fall asleep.  I am wide awake and ready to go after 7 in the morning.  I don't like that about me.   I am not a morning person.   I don't remember the last time I woke up at noon, let alone 2:30.   I miss those days.  And I don't know if I'm ever getting them back.
So many goddamn changes.  So many goddamn changes.   I can't take it.
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