Maths, Pizza, and a Song I’m Keeping to Myself

Dark by four, cold by five. I’m inside with pizza and According to Jim and a pile of maths I’ve been putting off. Becca is in Hamburg throwing herself at the weekend. Ana is online, studying and flirting through ICQ simultaneously, which is very much her. The depression that’s been sitting in the corner lately seems to be losing interest.

I went for a walk earlier—the kind where you’re ostensibly going somewhere but really just letting your head untangle. Thought about the last few months, about the people in them, about what’s shifted and what hasn’t. Found a song on my iPod I hadn’t noticed before, or hadn’t been ready to notice. Too personal to name here. Just that thing where a song becomes yours in the exact moment you need it to.

I hate maths. It has to be done. The early parts look manageable, which is the one mercy.