a room, a lamp, a friday night

It’s been a good session. Not often do I miss my morning session and come back strong later in the day. I wrote for three hours, from 7:30 to 10:30, on a Friday night while white-faced girls with pink mesh caps were filing into bubble tea places around Richmond Hill. As I was chipping away at my long paragraphs, I had forgotten all about the shirt I wanted to order online, the shirt that was now discontinued and how it upset me as recently as 7:00. I decided to have dinner then (a good idea), listened to the first inning of the Jays game, made me a milk tea, came up, and wrote. And here I am.