Really easy morning. I stayed in bed for a while and did some writing in my Anne Frank diary. I like those random moments of tangible, hand-written journaling. I feel those one-off entries are some of my most genuine pieces, as opposed to whatever I come up with when I schedule a time to sit down at a desk and write. There’s less pressure. It’s natural.
Logan texted me around 11 a.m., and we worked out the bus situation to New York. He wasn’t very helpful, but I guess at the end of the day the only help he needs to provide me with is, “Yes, come visit,” and I will work out the rest. So, the MegaBus tickets have been purchased. I’m going in two weeks. I’m really excited. Like, really excited.
Did fuck all during the day and then took a nap. I was going to hit the gym, but Mom and Dad were downtown. We ended up going to Old School for dinner and caught up. They took me to the condo afterwards and I did my standard gym routine.
I enjoy the time I get to spend with my parents. I used to feel embarrassed about how much I saw them, but, guess what? They’re not going to be around forever. So, I’m taking every opportunity I have to be with them now.
Worked out with my fucked-up foot and then walked home. Tito wanted to see a movie tonight, but the timing wasn’t right for me. That whole situation with Tito still makes me uneasy, too. I never know what he wants. Tito asked me if I was seeing anyone. I said no. Does that mean he is or isn’t interested in me? Fuck if I know.
Played around on my computer and then went to bed. It’s been one week since the breakdown episode. Glad I’m feeling better.
Goodnight xo
The gym pictures continue. I began to realize that if I sent these photos to Logan, it would almost guarantee me a response. A desperate attempt at a chance to talk. Gym, Toronto
Typical ensemble for a trip to the gym. Gym, Toronto
Without money for transit, I make the two-hour round trip to the gym every day by foot. I think I’m wearing about five layers in this photo. Gym, Toronto
I’m still spending a lot of my time listening to disco music. I find it’s one of the few genres of music that, for the most part, doesn’t dwell on unrequited love or romantic failure. If it does, at least you can dance to it. “MacArthur Park Suite” by Donna Summer is one of my favorite songs of all time.
"MacArthur Park Suite" - Donna Summer