Subconsciously spent thrice as long brushing my teeth this morning:
the combined product of the accumulated sleep deprivation and the surreal feeling of waking up from a dream… only that last night wasn’t a dream.
As if the compelling desire to rid my face of the muscle memory.
This is one of the nights i know i don’t want to recall if i could, for its complexity and the events that happened. That includes the mess (and mass) of emotions entangled and oozy-woozy alcohol and being so flustered.
I don’t want to remember it.
See you in six months… or not.