Out here I should have plenty of time and plenty o things to dream up, but apparently my mind is empty. I am reduced to my most basic needs and urges. I daydream about sex and what I'm having for lunch. I blink and breathe. The Complicated Things sit across from me at dinner, relating interesting anecdotes. Telling me how things are on the car insurance front. I put my feelings aside for now, set them down somewhere just behind your head in the place where I stare when I can't look you in the face. Hey Baby, your neuroses or mine?
oh kk... the things that you think about... at work?
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