on the Tenth

I slept in this morning, I skipped 412 this morning, I woke up to my dad phoning me this morning, I did the dishes before I left my flat this morning, I dug my car out of three feet of snow this morning.

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I drove for two hours on icy roads today, I had phone conversations with two of my oldest friends today, I bought a pack of Djarum Blacks today (and smoked one).

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I listened to Bazan's "Lost My Shape" six times on my way home today. 
I felt content.

Unwelcomed memories entered my brain on my way home today. 
I felt alone.

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I will bake Christmas cookies with my mum tonight. 

We will drink red wine, and laugh and laugh.