Tequila sunrise

Sunday morning, 4 am. I didn't party party last night. Didn't even go out. Stayed at home and watched the ceiling. Browsed the net. Didn't call anybody. Sincerely, didn't even feel like having anybody to call.

A single thought passed my mind — how much has my life changed in the last year and a half. There's no late night calls anymore, no blackouts, no hangovers — and no crazy friends around. The fridge is still packed with bottles. They're all sealed. I should start giving them away.

Sometimes I ache for a fag. To open a window and light one. Sometimes I ache for graver deeds, too. Yet I hold back.

Ooh that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like Sunday morning!

I go buy fresh rolls instead.