Being thrown off your rhythm

While walking through the city today, to find a dollar store and buy cheap notebooks to scribble in, I got derailed.

It had just started to rain, or was just about to, but I don’t think that’s why I got so confused.

I ended up turning around and walking back home, where I found my pens, and suddenly wanted notebooks to scribble in.

Instead I ate cheese.

At least I’ve graduated now. I have the summer to figure where to live and what to work. The time will be spent fixing what used to function just fine, and building new things when necessary.

That’s probably the crux of it right there: building new things when necessary. Somehow I still wish I had those notebooks, though.