he smelled like poo, so i took his size 4 and size 8 women's A/X jeans and his t shirts and shoes and made laundry out of them. he came up to me and asked, do i smell bad? as he smiled...

yes. you smell horrid. you smell like road.

shower for hours... comes out and i am saved by the bell and couchsleep. he checks his e-mail. checks his friendster. (god... how we can all check our friendster).

this morning, i woke up and i was by myself on the couch. totally figured it all a dream. but then i am dressing and there are the armani jeans. and socks and t-shirts. where is the boy? hm.. go upstairs. there is the boy. the bed has a human lump in it.

call into work. i have bumps on my face? sure, that will work. and i have to go to urgent care... yeah. because it is saturday and normal doctors are closed.

today, i'd much rather spend time with robbie and take him out for a big breakfast with coffee and flowers on the table. i want him to meet all of my friends... don't want them to miss out on a robbie meeting. california truck is in my street and he pushstarted it the whole way. i feel like gold.

today, i'd much rather spend time with robbie and take him out for a walk and a fresh breath of air... i want him to see the rooftop.

today and the next and forever, i just want to feel like this.