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Jul. 10th, 2006 11:44 pmThere's too much goddamn time to think. He should get off his ass and start working on strengthening his left leg and arm again, but his ribs won't let him. So there's not a hell of a lot more to do: it's either sit in the chair or lie down in the bed.
Right now he prefers the bed, because that way he doesn't have to look across at the closet filled with Beth's stuff and the baby's stuff. If he could only block out that half of the room, pretend it wasn't there. But that would make him even more fucking miserable. Instead, he picks up the book and reads about what he's missing in Week 29. Yeah, it sucks, but he has to keep her alive here.
She's alive out there, somewhere, anyhow. He can't lose faith in her that easily.
He also can't read the book any more.
He just can't. It hurts too much.
Right now he prefers the bed, because that way he doesn't have to look across at the closet filled with Beth's stuff and the baby's stuff. If he could only block out that half of the room, pretend it wasn't there. But that would make him even more fucking miserable. Instead, he picks up the book and reads about what he's missing in Week 29. Yeah, it sucks, but he has to keep her alive here.
She's alive out there, somewhere, anyhow. He can't lose faith in her that easily.
He also can't read the book any more.
He just can't. It hurts too much.
