amazing how some days can turn around like that. nothing happening during the light, not even the promised end of the world because it was 6-6-06 and we're a superstitious population. bomb threat at the high school.

more nothing, the typical summer wasting day. nicole finally called after work. call got dropped in a hell of servicelessness (the true evil of this cursed day), and by the time she called back she'd gotten word that christine wanted to go out for ice cream. at 10:00. on a tuesday night. her crazy notions. nicole driving, came by my house, me standing outside in warmish dark. it'll be colder tomorrow, less summery.

we picked up some guy i barely know and we argued about death cab for cutie, eventually getting ice cream. how could he not like them? "title track," auditory joke. this strawberry shortcake is as good as "a movie script ending"-- oh, wait, never mind.

car crash stories. maybe a trip next week. please.

took him back to his house with the unfortunate driveway. i can't see why he'd want to live there.

we three getting back to my house, christine offering to leave us in the car, climbing out the window of the broken door, then sitting on a rock in my yard looking up at the sky and down the street at "scary lights" and antique windows. loving it when "awesome people," her friends, get together. not so much light in the car, darkness serving well, minutes passing close to and past the end of another day in the sequence of days, not special for its supposed biblical implications. special for what it'll mean now. so right. so suddenly right.