I’m at the airport waiting to get a friend, parked in the cell phone lot. It’s strange to be alone with my thoughts (and, I guess, my iPhone) like this. I am so rarely alone. I could do ANYTHING. I could start driving now, and just not turn around.
I’m at the airport waiting to get a friend, parked in the cell phone lot. It’s strange to be alone with my thoughts (and, I guess, my iPhone) like this. I am so rarely alone. I could do ANYTHING. I could start driving now, and just not turn around.
