Rule number 32: enjoy the little things.
Like the sight of my car in the parking garage after a long shift. Like Tracy Chapman played on my best friend's new radio show. Like comfy pants and a sweater and slippers. Like eating chocolate ice cream in my kitchen when it's freezing in the house. Like beginning to feel a tiny bit stable again after an eternity poised on a precipice. Being hydrated. Hours worth of text message exchanges with spectre from the past. The impending feeling of seeing Blind Pilot on Saturday night. A meteor shower leaking down tears of spacial proportions onto the hood of my car, where I sit cocooned.
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