April 13th, 2005

Self-Portrait 3

Damn, it's hell gettin' old

Sistah Girl just walked up behind me to tell me she was leaving and scared the hell out of me. I was sitting here trying to figure out how much longer I'm going to have to stay up here than I was planning to, since Spike decided up and die on me, and I was looking at the clock and thinking out loud, by which I mean flat-out talking to myself. I sometimes do that when I think out loud; and I'm talking full on Captain Exposition sequences too, probably because my thinking process is so strongly influenced by too many comic books. My internal monologue will go external at a moment's notice, and I've gotten really bad about it lately. Maybe I've been living by myself too long. Whatever it is, I was right in the middle of explaining to myself why I'm probably not going to get home before eleven tonight when I hear a cheery "Bye William, I'll see you tomorrow" from about three feet away. I damn near jumped out of my skin. My heart literally raced for a handful of seconds. I was about to say I can't remember the last time that happened to me, but I don't think it ever actually has before. I must be getting jumpy in my old age. Or maybe it's just because I haven't eaten yet today.
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