slow ceiling fans. drunk drivers. red lights. november christmas tree lots. long telephone messages.
song: the good that won't come out by rilo kiley.
things. memories. blurring the facts with the feelings.
after an 11 hour work day, I drove my 40 mile commute home and sat outside my empty house preparing to go inside, unpack, and climb in bed.
but. after disassembling my key chain for my weekend bike ride, I panicked in realizing that my house key wasn't in my purse. I then drove another twenty minutes to pick up my spare, then another twenty back home.
once back on beatrice street, I found my house key was looped on the same ring as my car key all along.
I'm beat.
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