A moment to myself

All I've wanted for quite some time now is simple: a little bit of pasta. Somehow it has been exceedingly hard to get any until today. Sitting and dining alone, at Barbarini on Front St on my 1 hour break from a long shift at JCrew. I probably won't be able to finish the whole dish of ravioli, but it's the principle: I wanted pasta and I am sure as hell going to get it.

This small victory means so much in the context of late: a fast moving cold, a fever, rain, an 830am training, a fight, and a lost monthly pass in the first week of the month. That's a terrible list.

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