A stand of some sort

Early night Because of yesterday's late night.
10:30 and sleep sleep sleep sleep
2:45 awake? No, sleep sleep No awake.
Boy's voice and talking and conversation and Lenord Cohen?
Yes, Lenord Cohen. Playing the song my middle name is named after
over and over and over and over and Bang. Sounds - just don't think about it.
4:30 and sleep sleep sleep sleep sleep
10 Awake! New day! Brush teething, boy walks by and Scream
apologize, just startled no problem.
They leave. Left with two big glass bottles to hold water instead of three
Missing third bottle and the second's lid? Weird
Ahha! The Lid. Weird.
Glass bottle full of new water back in fridge.
Happily ever after...

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.

POP QUIZ

Can someone tell me what this says/means:

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Thank you! Isn't this fun!? Also, if you figure out what numbers should go next (fill in those blank spaces) you win a prize...

Look over there

I don't want pasta.
My stomach feels bloated and overstuffed.
But the pot keeps boiling, I keep stirring and then I sit back down.

A desperate attempt to feel loved may have been a poor move.
Not a bad move but, it doesn't seem like it will produce good lasting results.
A quick fix...and then what? Go back to feeling sad that he isn't here anymore.

Fuck you if you think I'm too sad. These words are just for me.
Hit the X and don't come back. Forget.
Forget.