Rubbish

It’s Tuesday.  I’m single, and gas is 1.59 a gallon.

Last time it was that low was January 2005, when I lived in that house with that faceless boy.  That…thing.

Bad memories.

After work I went over to his place to gather my things and do my laundry.  It was empty.  He will be gone all night.  The longer I sat there, the more it became just some guy’s house.  My car smells like his dryer sheets.  I washed my clothes in his washer with my soap, sat on his couch and ate our chocolates and drank my soda.  I watched House, folded my clothes, and left.

Why always this time of year?