The Bar at the End of the Universe

A booth, a smoke, coconut pie, and black cherry soda with smirnoff. Various noticeable and perhaps a few unnoticeable paintings spread across the table. The in depth analysis papers are due in two days, but I'm not really thinking about that now. Just staring into each picture. Dazed.

I'm walking pretty quickly, but not running because that would just look suspicious. I'm only about four blocks away to begin with. She deserved it. Trust me. I might have had the upper hand to begin with, but either way she was the one left on the ground.

She never really changes, obviously. Wendy turns the corner, unaware of where it's leads to. Well, of coarse, she ends up in Milliways. However, she has been gone for a while, so it was unexpected. She comes in the door and says nothing at all. She just takes a booth, drops her bag on the table, and lights up a new cigarette.

Come bother.

Sitting by the lake. Honestly, it's perfect. Wearing comfy stuff, because really, who cares? Just a Aerosmith T-shirt and shorts. No shoes. Digging my feet into the grass, regardless of my everlasting fear of tapeworms. Thinking with momentary stops of reading the biography of Monet. Piece of crust left on a plate nearby. The pizza was really good, imported from Sal's Pizza which is normally about three blocks away, but this time it was different, as you could expect. I never eat the crust though, not sure why, I just don't.

Relaxation...never comes at home. It's easy here, as long as you don't bother anyone else. Instead of rushing to another job, I can stay here, have a cigarette and tea, and sit in a booth to do absolutely nothing. Maybe eventually read, but for now, nothing. Happy (and sort of rambling) at the moment? You could say so.

Company? I wouldn't mind.

I'm really tired. Something threw me off. I don't know why I'm here, but back home it was four in the morning, and I feel like four in the morning. I've managed to be swept away once again without normal (well, they're not really normal, but..) clothes. I'm in my pajamas, Led Zeppelin shirt, boxer shorts, and green slippers I brought for 99 cents. A seat at the bar, green tea, and a chopstick to put up my hair.

Anything I'm leaving out?

Easter...how quaint. Another holiday completely twisted by folklore and marketing techniques. Peter Cottontall is coming down the bunny trail and he's bringing tons of sugar-packed candy as well. I'm a bit of an atheist myself, but that might just be the years of pent-up frustration caused by way too many lectures from my mother about "God". Anyways, let's just say the church doesn't consider short leather skirts as formal attire, so therefore I stayed home this morning. I slept late, made breakfast, said a general prayer, and let it be.

Then, the bathroom door put me here. Sitting at the bar, irish coffee at my side. Whiskey is good for mornings and the coffee is alright too. Unfortunately, not dressed in the usual. Caught me in my pajamas this time, boxer shorts and a white tank top. Well, it's comfortable enough.