Behind

I've lost the moment.

Detached from my own daily life.

Writing down ho hum notes for a future entry removed of the feelings from that day.

Today I was going to write about a dead night at the bar five weeks ago.

I was going to describe the bar.

But I lost my notes.

It's okay.

I'm working there tonight.

It'll be dead again and I can take more notes.

One more month left in this year.

But two for me.

I should be thankful.

I get an extra month.

Even though that month is just a rerun.

It's 8pm.

Time to get out of my pajamas and go to work.