{"id":27,"date":"2001-01-14T14:43:47","date_gmt":"2001-01-14T22:43:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/?p=27"},"modified":"2001-01-14T14:43:47","modified_gmt":"2001-01-14T22:43:47","slug":"lazy-sunday","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/2001\/01\/14\/lazy-sunday\/","title":{"rendered":"Lazy Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>after we <!--ryan and i--> said goodbye, i took a walk, but i didn&#8217;t get very far. i wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood, wishing i had pockets in my sweater. it&#8217;s a nice feeling, sometimes, wandering through the sea of people spilling over the sidewalks. but tonight it was a little too cold and crowded, and i would have rather been back in my apartment, sitting on the carpet, talking and listening and laughing. i love the laughing.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;what&#8217;s two and a half hours between friends?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>not enough, i thought.<\/p>\n<div align=\"center\">*<\/div>\n<p>i don&#8217;t even know why i left in the first place; after hanging up the phone, i just put on my shoes and walked out the door. i made a big circle around the neighborhood until i realized i had nowhere to go. back home, i made some soup and sat in the middle of the still-empty living room, listening to <a href=\"http:\/\/www.amazon.com\/exec\/obidos\/ASIN\/B00004SYSK\" title=\"dusty trails\">dusty trails<\/a> and flipping through a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.giantrobot.com\" title=\"giant robot\">magazine<\/a> i&#8217;ve already read.<\/p>\n<p>it&#8217;s just me, here, now. a pile of new CDs, a bag of grape licorice and voices still ringing in my ear. (grape licorice? nobody eats grape licorice. who eats grape licorice? i guess i do, now. it grows on you.)<\/p>\n<p>lazy sunday, how i love you. i think soon i will go to sleep.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>after we said goodbye, i took a walk, but i didn&#8217;t get very far. i wandered aimlessly around the neighborhood, wishing i had pockets in my sweater. it&#8217;s a nice feeling, sometimes, wandering through the sea of people spilling over the sidewalks. but tonight it was a little too cold and crowded, and i would [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=27"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/27\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=27"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=27"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/maganda.org\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=27"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}