layers: seven hundred and thirty

so i wake up, leave the house
it's a saturday.
the gas light appears when i start my car
like a doorbell, it rings every so many kilometres.
how much farther could i drive on 1/8 of a tank?
large double-double
$1.64, please.
clock in.
clock out.
it's already after 4:00pm
on a saturday.

i never visited today.
seven hundred and thirty days.
and the number only gets bigger.

i miss you.

i love you.