mirjami

It took me twenty minutes to get out of bed this morning; the alarm was ringing the whole time and I threw it on the floor when I was finally mad enough to get up. It broke; the minute hand is bent and the right-hand bell clicks instead of ringing. I was repentant, but repentance is usually too late for me, so I will get a new clock if I get some money. Maija was gone before I got to the kitchen.

I am not in a hurry to find you, because it isn't cold out. If it were cold, I would be craning my neck to look through all the people. Julius and Valtteri went down by the stage and Maija will probably meet them there, and start weaving, but I wanted to wait for you.

The scarf you got me for my last birthday-- I like to pretend it still smells a little bit like you, your apartment, your hands. I wonder if you'll notice I wore it. I wonder if you'll even come. (Julius came by a little while ago; he said, "Maybe something happened." I told him, "It's Anders. Nothing happens to Anders.")

Which was bitter of me. Maybe your clock broke as well?