last monday, i woke up with some sort of insect bite on my neck. a spider, most likely. all week it looked red and icky, but today it finally faded to pink and puffy. as such, i’ve been asked three times (twice directly, once discreetly) if i know that i have a hickey. this prompted me to go to the 24-hour drug store just now to buy some cortisone cream.
now i’m home. it is late, and quiet. i’m awake, and missing people. make new friends, but don’t lose the old.
i’ve never smoked a cigarette in my life, and only a handful of cigars, but there are some nights that i feel like taking up the habit. without considering the fact that it’s horribly bad for your health, the action itself has always looked relaxing to me.
i just got back from a few laps around the complex on my new bike. yesterday i finally bought one, or as someone else put it, “i knew that money would burn a hole in your pocket.” it is fantastic. a specialized sequoia. last night, an hour after getting home from the bike store, nacho and i went riding. we went down hercules and saturn, and on-site. we rode down the streets and past the duck ponds and under the eaves of the buildings. there was something nice about the center at night. there is something nice about being outside and alone at night, period.
when i was at georgia tech, especially in my last two years, i took a lot of late night walks. sometimes i would take a friend, sometimes i went alone. either way, and in spite of my sometimes hopeless emotions, i always found it peaceful, and calming…to be strolling at night, quietly, wandering through a place that in daylight was so busy, and could feel so chaotic.
i miss that. i miss those walks.