"Yeah, so I live down in Fells Point, and I don't know if you have a boyfriend or anything but..."
"Yes," I said. "Yes I do."
It had been so long since I'd found myself in that situation; waiting for a moment to work those words into a conversation. I'd thought of a dozen ways. "I'm from the D.C. area, and my boyfriend lives down there..." "I love that restaurant, I went there with my boyfriend...",
Luckily for me, he finally asked.

"You look so skinny!" I heard that one a lot tonight. Yeah... skinny chest, big ass. No fun. I've spent so many years wishing to be thinner. Here it is. "Yes I am so skinny! I'm also diseased!" I wanted to say that to everyone, but I just thanked them. I wanted to say: "I throw up a lot! I crap every time I pee! I feel like a disgusting excuse for a human being! The least sexual ever!!" I didn't say any of that. I thanked them.

A girl spent a long time in the bathroom. When I came in after her, i found this on top of the toilet:

Maybe she thought she could rent movies. Maybe she was cutting coke. Who am I to say?

I talked to a guy on the street, on my way home. He had a cup of tea. He said he couldn't sleep for days. He looked crazy to me. He was born in 1969. As I began to speak, I took out my knife. I opened it and locked it open, and put it back into my pocket. I spoke to him as I did this, looking into his eyes. I told him that I too have problems sleeping. I used to drink a lot, I said. Nowadays, I don't know what to do with myself. He nodded with extreme interest, perhaps amazed at the fact that someone was listening to him. I thought that his pupils were very small considering that is was 2am.

I slept until noon today. I wish that sleep was like saving money, and I would be refreshed tomorrow from the sleepthat I saved up last night.

Nope.

Tomorrow will be hell.