i'm waking up at different hours of the day to find an empty house and my empty stomach growling. i'm wearing a baseball cap and shorts. i have a piece of tape on my arm that has been there for a week. people keep asking me about the scratches on my arm. i keep frogetting they're there, but they are. i've found three misquito bites on my arm that are small and beginning to scab. i didn't ask for this. last night, near the end, was short and sweet. this morning, this morning, was something. i'm pleased.