•  drank remaining liquid in sugar-free red bull can.

•  saw matthew donahoo text from 7:28PM, picture captioned with ‘My roommate is making grunting sounds while I look at him from the couch’

•  started typing response to mira’s text from earlier thinking ‘this will not garner a response but i want to respond more.’

•  approached colin and ‘fancy food friend’ on the way to pickles & pies. seemed like we might not talk but then i said ‘hi.’ he asked where i was going. i said ‘oh just pickles & pies.’ he said ‘word.’ we had already passed each other, i was standing and had turned around to face colin and friend as they continued walking to apartment building. colin said i missed something on saturday, the irish music festival thing. he said ‘my texts.’ i was holding my phone. i said ‘i dropped my phone’ or something. embarrassed. he said ‘feel free to stop by on your way back, we’re just hanging out.’ there was a moment. i said ‘have a good night.’ seemed…obvious…that something has changed. not responding to texts has changed something. he understands something now.

•  resumed typing mira text response.

•  veered ‘course of walk’ trajectory into street to avoid potentially acknowledging person approaching on sidewalk. the person was wiry, puffily haired, wearing earphones and white t-shirt with greenish graphic. looked cartoonishly uninterested in everything going on, including themselves walking.

•  passed man sitting in a wheelchair outside library. he was looking at me like ‘i saw the whole thing, i saw you walk into the street to avoid the person who wasn’t even paying attention.’

•  texted mira about that.

•  walked into pickles & pies.

•  eventually used a basket to carry: four-pack of sugar-free red bull, two monster zeroes, sabra classic hummus, three-pack canned tuna, celery, parsley, lettuce head, two lemons.

•  asked cashier for ‘logic’ e-cigarette refills. he asked if i smoke more now and i said yes, but it feels better. he said ‘no like, no [gestures to chest and makes a face].’ i said ‘no, none of that.’ at one point i said ‘yeah i don’t know, because like in twenty years maybe they’ll figure out these things are worse for you.’ he seemed to say a long thing about the mafia. i said ‘what?’ he said ‘mafia, the mafia.’ he said something i didn’t understand fully about how much money is ‘floating around’ and ‘you can’t do it alone’ and ‘think about it,’ then something like ‘presidents? kings? you don’t even know widdem.’ i said ‘you never know.’ it was a good one. good conversation. can’t remember. a man was walking around our ‘area’ the whole time. at one point he said ‘fours? sevens? ‘scuse me, y’all don’t do the lotto anymore, do you?’

•  matthew texted ‘Looks beautiful.’