| | I came home from work late last night and felt no need to make any phone calls. I dropped by Del Taco, guiltily picked up some tacos, and settled down just in time to catch Sex And The City with my good friend Miller Lite. Again, felt no need to call anyone. It's been quite a few of these Fridays and Saturdays and every-other-day-of-the-week-days. Substitute Sex And The City for House, tacos for something healthier and homemade, and beer for a colorful cocktail of some sort. Other times, you can substitute all that with work... Endless, blind work. Have I become comfortable with being alone? I can't say I'm particularly happy or unhappy with this outcome and I think that's the part that bothers me most.
And the options swing by every now and then. The time-killers present detached wit, dispersed here and there throughout the day. And for most of my day I believe that this is exactly what I need. I have no time for more. I have no room in my life for more. I suppose it's mostly true. Then again, isn't love like jello? In the back of my mind, I hate to admit that maybe I'm not comfortably alone. Is it that I don't want to take any more bets? Perhaps the fear of losing to the house has finally cured my gambling problem.
And the suitors continue to reach out to what they believe is me. I'm sorry, I work alone. Cheers.
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