Forgot our own anniversary, both of us did, and it’s for the best because ours is a really inconvenient anniversary. Two days after Christmas, easily lost in all the hubbub. Remembered this morning, walked over the Williamsburg Bridge for kicks, got all numb in the rain. Some cheapo bar and then Mission Chinese Food, which is stressfully flavorful, which is sexy stuff. Then home, the F to the L, that silly backwards hook of a route. Strayed to say hello to a friend at the Shanty, nearly went with some mouthy Italians to some party in Prospect Heights. But no, to home, to all that.