I knew in the old flower seller's leather smile that you would not call. and yet I gave him 50 cents extra for the white daisy I bought, for I decided it would at least look nice in the kitchen. Ten o clock and the apartment is now alive with light and music. The cat curses at me. I shower off the weekend, enjoying the pleasures of wasting water. Photos from the weekend align themselves on my computer screen. I am unhappy I accidentally erased one of a gargoyle from your apartment. It is insane that I will have to return to my desk tomorrow. I roll over and ask the ceiling where you might be. "Why does he abuse me like this?"