Take a deep breath and say hello to Friday night.
Don't face it with dread. Hang on to your book and to your pen.
These things I say to myself and yet more often than not, I turn back and my conviction crumbles like salt.
I leave the house, hoping to once again get out of myself.
Woven belt, Nautica
Escape momentarily (at least I tell myself) all the pending pensive moods.
But each and every time I go home, I am my own adult.
Telling myself: I told you so!