Wednesday night at home.
The token glass of red wine.
Glasses pushed to the end of my nose. Slippers on.
A book read sheerly for pleasure, rather than for school. ("War Without End: Israelis, Palestinians, and the Struggle for a Promised Land.")
It's past midnight.
When did I turn into my mom?
Its not that your turning into your mom, you've just don't have your own habit. So you gotta create or find a habit thats you and wont turn you into your mother.
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Oh thanks for stopping by. I'll try stopping by next week and sport whatever jacket I end up getting... speaking of that I need to call my mother.
Jr.
Jess! Are you super busy next week? I am asking as I may be coming to Toronto for a day or 2. Marc is in town doing some course thing. Not sure what day it would be. Mabye Saturday. Let me know.
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Mon, I'm always busy these days. Actually, I'm busy until April 7th. But I would still love to see you. I'd make time to see you. Message me online.
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