A Song I’m Not Naming

Dark by four in the afternoon now, cold enough to feel through the window. Becca’s in Hamburg doing whatever she does when she parties; Ana’s learning and flirting in equal measure over ICQ. I’m here with According to Jim, a pizza, and a math textbook I’ve been staring at rather than reading. Civilization has its uses.

I went out for a walk this afternoon—needed to think about the last few months, about the people in it, about the direction things have been moving. My iPod shuffled into something I hadn’t given proper attention to before. I’m not going to name it. Too personal, or too precisely on the nose, probably both.

I hate math. Specifically, consistently, deeply. The early chapters are manageable, which only makes it worse—no excuse to give up yet.