that moment

The moment you asked. my face didn't get red. my heart didn't jump. I wasn't excited.

mortified. heart stopped. ashen face.

I should have seen it coming.

And I just thought you were an incessant texter.

Focus

My concentration? You're kidding.
I think it walked away when I got my computer.
I know, this shit seems funny, but it's starting to become a problem.

So what happens when I need it? Not the momentary spasms of focused work, or super concentration, more like hours on end concentration to figure things out. To get things done. To finally understand what's going on. Yeah, it doesn't work like that.

What's gone is gone, God damn it.