02.05.31

5:26 p.m.

today i decided to listen to the strokes. it had been a while.

sitting outside, around three o'clock. in the shade of the hyatt, smoking one cigarette after another, watching this little cherub of a boy who was dressed in osh kosh overalls.

he was taunting a group of pigeons with his mischievously smiling two foot body. standing with his chest out and his arms to his side, leaning slightly forward and staring them down.

and every so often he would take a few loud steps towards them, only to retreat back a few seconds later. bracing himself for the counter-attack that never came.

and while i was watching, i was procrastinating. i was putting off the two minute walk to the bank. i was putting off the depositing of my paycheck whose entirety has already been spent. i was waiting to the last minute possible.

i just wanted to sit. i just wanted to pretend that there was no place that i needed to be.

earlier in the day i talked to malinda for a bit. she's in rome.

she said she's coming home on tuesday.