i got out of work a little early to watch punch-drunk love. such a beautiful film. my words won't do it justice. just go watch it.
i spent the day completely unsupervised at work. they trust me enough to get things done on my own, but totally underestimate my abilities sometimes. i completed my list of tasks in 2 hours. i spent the rest of the day (unsuccessfully) trying to hack into a computer, so i could check my email and maybe play some iSketch. i took half of a lunch to walk around and eat a caramel sundae. what does one do to kill time without internet access and solitaire? i tried to write. this is the best i could do at work:
a reflection of you peeking through the gap between a crisp, corporate suit and the half-asleep homeless man he's inching away from,
a reflection of you resting on the surface of a scratched-up subway window that darkens as the sun ducks behind the city's skyline,
a reflection of you betraying its owner as it exposes the weight of your eyelids, the weakness of your jaw, the wandering of your spirit,
a reflection of you growing stronger and more true as the glass struggles to keep separated the outside darkness from the light flickering within.
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