It's late, later than I had intended to sleep. I should get up. I don't. Last night was... interesting. Throwing a party for an ungrateful friend is always a treat. Let's not do that again. Pulling the covers up over my head, I arch my back and I pretend he's spooning me... I always liked it when he'd pull me close, breathe in my hair. In a strange way, it made me feel as if I had a purpose. Today, my purpose will be cleaning the bathroom. I should get up. He's not actually here, I hate the "pretend game".

Today was my first day on the job. Okay, not a real day; training. It wasn’t even at my store. I start in earnest tomorrow.

Tomorrow is C’s 24th birthday. We have nothing special planned, much like my birthday was.

I had the first trick-or-treater of my life tonight. I was so excited to give him candy I didn’t even look at his costume.

100 words: I’m not sure how I’ve profited by this exercise. As I mentioned before, I’m taking November off. Think about how I could make December meaningful. If anybody’s read this whole month, thank you!

i went through your things today. i was surprised to find no trace of my existance there. there were clothes on the floor, and a failed english paper a meter or so from your trashcan. you were never much with words, i don't know why i never noticed before. i found forty cents in pennies, scattered all around the floor. i counted them all, but did not bend to touch them. i turned them all heads up in my mind, so that they could watch you when you came home at night, if you ever did. you and your lies, your untied shoes.