Cooler

Wednesday morning cooler than usual,walking to the bus in the same pants I wore to work on Monday. Feeling comfortably cute, amazed at the day. No sunshine still night, a grey gloomy coziness has fallen allover Tampa Bay. My hands are in my pockets, a little irritated that it's only Wednesday. Payday at midnight when I can do nothing but rejoice that I have the money, even though it's too late to go out and do anything. Thank God, Midnight has become too late for me. At 9:30pm I am ready to go to bed, me and my TV,Me and my laptop,me and a sandwich. Whatever. Remember when we could stay up all night long whether or not we had a stomach ache,Whether or not we had a headache.Laughing out loud,way over into the morning,listening to the last drips of drama as they poured out of drunken friends. I am not sure that I miss those days,but I remember them. I couldn't if I wanted to. Twenty years does make a difference. Now, after a beer I can sleep for hours. We'll see what the morning brings.I will not wait for my Direct Deposit she'll have to wait for me. At least tomorrow morning.I can get up,put my hands in my pockets and walk to the 7-11 get a pack of cigarettes and something to eat while fighting the temptation not to go into work at all that day.