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its five thirty.
the light is starting to play peek-a-boo in the east
as i drive home.

the traffic lights in my rear view mirror remind me of
blinking Christmas lights
on a Christmas tree from my childhood
( i tried so hard to make them NOT blink.. switching out tiny light bulbs trying to find the perfect combinations so the tree would stand in one standard illuminated glory)
the yellow blink in-between the red.. then the green.. then the red.

i sat at an IHOP for almost three hours..
waiting on a check,
and talking to a new friend.

"your gay aren't you?" she says...
"HAH! awesome.. yea.. for the most part, i guess so...your the first person to ever not be surprised" i chatter back while stacking half and half creamer cups into a leaning tower of condiments..
the she goes into some long story about one time she was in a bathroom and a girl hit on her.. and she expressed that the wasn't gay...
most likely a made up story to let me know not to hit on her..
i already knew not to, but i let her talk.

the waitress never came with our check..
so we just sat.
and talked about life,
our parents,
religion, and
our class project.

i feel like i had forgotten what it was like
just to sit and be yourself
no drugs
no alcohol
just lack of sleep, 6 cups of coffee,
and as much witty since of humor as you can pack into one sentence to amuse another person.

i'm not depressed any more..
i don't know if its because i'm watching the sun come up
or i got to relate to someone i never have before
or if i finally didn't have to spell out my sexuality to someone

whatever.. point is..
i'm going to sleep in a pretty freaking good mood
have a good day.