think

Damn it. I'm sad again.

I think I will quite my job and hide under my bed for 14 months. Then I will come out from under my little hideaway and shuffle with my head hung low into an almost deserted unkempt ice cream shop where I will order a bowl of vanilla ice cream every day and eat it very slowly with a small plastic spoon. When another 14 months pass I will order something plain with nuts but, if I'm feeling really daring I'll order tiger.
I'll be numb. All my inside parts will have lost their feeling because of the cold ice cream constantly circulating through my system but, I wont mind. After I've eaten through three more flavours I'll leave the ice cream shop and people watch. No cameras aloud and I wont look at them for too long. No trying to memorize their faces or their words or their hand gestures or the way their lips smile.
I'll start buying plants again and talk to them for as long as I can - I'll compliment them on their newest leaf formation or their particularly stunning shad of green - and I'll water them a very respectable amount. I'll eventually give them up for adoption. I'll make sure to interview the new parents and make them sign promises. Then maybe I'll go for a swim.