<center> My brain's repeating: If you've got an impulse, let it out </center> -- Caitlins place

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Date Posted: 15:14:12 01/15/06 Sun
Author: Nicholas
Subject:
My brain's repeating:
If you've got an impulse, let it out

As if school and the holidays and a newborn baby weren't enough, he was now having to deal with added pressure from his parents. They had passed right on by being disappointed that he had a child and had complicated his life, and now were focused mostly on the fact that he was unmarried. Children out of wedlock were frowned upon in their socialite circle - not because of religious reasons, but because that sort of drama was supposed to go on only in the background. So, he had decided to take the day off of life in general, and so was officially not answering his cellphone - which of course had been ringing non-stop all day. Caitlin was out somewhere with the baby, and he was sprawled on the couch in just black lounging pants, watching television. Whenever his phone buzzed, he glanced over at it and watched to make sure it didn't vibrate right off the table, but he didn't bother checking caller ID and didn't even consider answering. The world would not implode if he was unreachable for twenty-four hours. Used to be when he was a kid, he could disappear to Cabo for the weekend, or to Denver for a few nights, and no one would be surprised when they couldn't find him, but something had changed in the last year or so and he just felt the need to slow things down a bit...

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