Jan 25, 2008 20:42
The woman across the table from me has keen eyes and round glasses resting upon a thin pointy nose. She looks like a thin owl, and is always enthusiastic about speaking with me.
"You know, you go away and you feel that you've really changed, and you come back and you expect that everything here has changed as much as you have. Even though, in the end you haven't really changed much at all, things here have changed even less."
I look out the window. Many gray clouds sit heavy in the sky. "The weather certainly hasn't changed," I quip.
"It's pretty warm, no?"
I guess so. "Warmer than in New York."
"Yeah, this winter has been all messed up. Very strange."
"Strange winters aren't all that uncommon nowadays."
"I mean, the warm weather is nice. I don't want it to be any colder than this."
"No, this is a fine temperature."
With that, I returned to my room, made my bed, and took a nap. When I woke up there was 2 very large pools of vomit outside of the front door to my unit. One of them was right next to the doorway, and it was was this first one that I didn't expect, and that I nearly slipped on and fell into.