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Today in real life I closed at work. I bid farewell to my coworker and we parted ways on the journey home. When I arrived, I began packing the items my father had listed in his most recent voicemail into a great black plastic garbage bag. Fifteen minutes later, I receive the signalling phone call. I get into the car, and my mother drops me off in front of my workplace, barren of life and bathed in the orange glow of the streetlamps. I take the garbage bag with me. She drives off before I call him back, and he pulls up around an unseen street corner, far outside the boundaries of the restraining order. The wind whips at the navy blue tie around my neck and it's only then I realize I'm still wearing my work uniform. Light blue short-sleeved work shirt, tie, stone-grey pleated skirt, knee socks. I feel ridiculous as my father's car parks in the lot. I feel odd as I see him for the first time in two weeks. I feel used as he pulls the groceries out of his trunk and leaves them on the curb beside me while we exchange paperwork, spare clothes, and idle chatter. I feel blank as we hug and he bids me a farewell. Something breaks, and I'm not sure why. I don't shatter until he's driven far outside the boundaries of the restraining order. I don't call my mother to come pick me up until I've stopped crying.

Today on the internets my payment is cleared and the item's been shipped: I will finally be playing Pokemon for the first time since ever. My TF2 fandom BFF--let's call her Pyro--had been rather fond of the gameplay since the day we first started talking, so I asked for the first I should get my hands on, and she eagerly suggested the title. I personally cannot wait to become immersed in this universe. If only because I am in need of a new obsession. Not to mention the pokewalkers look adorable.

Today in fiction much got done today...but somehow I don't feel like discussing it.