And now it’s raining. Good job, me.

I hope it rains.

Bonnie was telling me about marathoning Sex and the City and how she has a Charlotte and a Miranda. She said she saw me as a Carrie. I said I don’t want Mr. Big. I really likef Aiden. She said Carrie wouldn’t settle for anyone but her true love and she loved Mr. Big.

That makes sense. After all, TV analogies aren’t literal.

Time and reality itself have been slippery lately.

I am not in a place at all to know what I’m feeling.