Sunday

Well, I don't know what to do. I had a small shopping list this morning, I got that done by one. Smokes, weed, food, socks, qtips, batteries, still need a new sharpie. Spent a couple hours in Starbucks, then came out before four to catch Jesse going into work, but didn't see him. Even texted him. Texted Claudia for the open mic, no reply. Missed the thing at three to get a free sleeping bag. Now I'm just kind of lost and don't know what to do. I'm sitting here with two bags of food, a dollar left in my pocket. I don't know if I even feel like watching a movie just yet, it's four thirty, and not quite dark enough to end my day, but I don't want to go back into Starbucks, dinner's not till six, which is past my bedtime, and too far of a walk, especially when I have food. What the fuck do I do? Sixty percent charge in the phone for music, eighty percent on the laptop for movies. Fuck it, hurry up and set, sun.