Evening’s suck.

I love the days now, the clear blue (or, later, red and purple) skies.

But right when it gets dark, I get suddenly unhappy, like my mom has told me it’s time for bed and I just want to watch The Simpsons — just once!

So then I trail home, as slowly as possible, wondering what I’m missing, what people do at night, I guess they go home with their families (in high school I guess, or in the later years of life) or college students might be hanging out with friends and playing video games, or (and I’ve never heard of this) doing homework.

Just being friends.

I want to call up Mike, or Bo, but I don’t know. First of all, it’s a little weird Mike’s forgiven me so fast. I was weirded out at first last week, but I’ve become more okay with it I guess.

Guessing is bad.

Night is friend-time. What do I do?, I try. I don’t know who to hang out with. I’m sick of finding who I am. I’m about as close now as I’ll ever be to this variation of me. (As I’m sure in a few years I’ll be a tad different.)

Anyone online?

No one I know, not really know. I’m beginning to miss work.