Hoodie.

Will someone please remind me why I was worried? Because honestly, I don't even have a clue.

Today I brought the Poet to the big city to see some museum exhibitions at the Contemporary Museum of Fine Arts. Two bus rides, a train and a long walk later we found ourselves downtown. (fucking suburbs.) And we found ourselves slightly distracted by the sights.

We got downtown at about 3pm-ish and we browsed used bookstores, university campuses that we dreamed of going to, and the Apple store. We thought we wouldn't find the museum and by fluke around 7:30pm-ish we found it. We browsed holding hands.

All in all, today was wonderful. He walked me to my door and kissed me goodnight. He gave me his hoodie for the night to keep me warm.

It's funny how one person can completely alter one's mood.

I swear next post will be about something different.