6:37am: still sitting here. Getting colder. Headlights car has ‘finally’ left. Afraid to go inside for some reason. Might just drive home, come back later. Yes I feel good thinking that: going to come back later. Stomach is burning again goddamnit.

6:46am: street lights against navy blue sky are making trees look orange. Pretty. Still sitting here. Temperature in car feels the same as outside. Focusing too much on liveblog. Need to refocus.

6:48am: turned head and caught a whiff of me. Thought ‘hey I smell okay’ like it was the catchphrase of a Saturday morning kids TV show theme song. The music would take a sudden turn and almost stop, then a balding man in a sweatshirt would pop out from behind a cardboard tree and say ‘hey I smell okay.’ After a ‘crucial pause,’ the offscreen characters would gather in a circle to sing the refrain and the sweatshirt man would like, run to join them, ‘late as usual,’ trailed by an animation that becomes an exclamation point at the end of the title graphic. This would happen before every episode.

6:53am: need to refocus.

6:56am: driving out of the parking lot now, can’t believe I just did this, I just sat there the whole time oh my god. Lawdy lawdy honeychile, shoot. Sittin’ there. Shoot. Peace be witchoo honeychile.

7:04am: would be funny if that was the last thing I’d type before a fatal car collision. Or if this was the last thing. Or this. Or this. Or this. Or this. Or this. Okay guess it’s not going to happen.

7:08am: OR THIS!!!!!!!!!

7:09am: laughed really loud. For maybe three seconds.

7:11am: ‘three seconds’ is not a comment on…nevermind…

7:18am: Maybe I am ready for the grocery store now. I might just be. Pictured a chuckling Barack Obama finding my eyes in a crowd, saying ‘yes you can’ to America, moving closer to me with a concerned face, placing his hand on my shoulder, saying ‘yes. You can,’ gesturing to his watch and mouthing ‘it’s time’ with a wink.

7:36am: I am turning around. I am not ready for the grocery store yet. It is wise that I know this. I don’t want to waste my time. Oh my god. Laughing silently at me, retreating home, this needs to stop, almost out of gas.