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Sitting in my car eating some gelato after eating alone at Panera and shopping alone at Ross listening to Blink182 (the sad song; or the other sad song depending on which one you think is the saddest). Are the tears the pain and realization of being alone. Or are they tears of joy for the gelato, which I have to say is really, really good.

I really want to drive to the beach and just keep on driving into the ocean; just drive forever. But I have laundry to put away and a bed that needs to be made…so maybe next time.

But 70 minutes for a dryer at the laundromat seems a bit excessive