Didn't stay home though. I went to Gabriel Dumont seeking closure. Do I need to learn when a dead end is a dead end? We chatted, I probably creeped. Didn't want to accept my reason to show up, kept asking if I had transfered. Can't really say much else, one of the events where whenever I try to replay it in my mind I just go off and rewatch what has been burned into my mind by the tele or something. Suffice to say I said little and in the end hobbled off at a loss

The face stuck out in the crowded hall and was recognized without thought. Eyes, they're like fingerprints

An hour and half of biking, all for a few minutes of idle chat

To sum it up, I'm sick of failing to utter what I wish to utter. I had to walk by three times before even being able to say hello