last night, we sat in the same corner. and i couldn't even eat. i ordered a small salad and just kind of picked at it. and then i got mad a B for something he didn't even do. and i probably wasn't great company. and it was father's day. so i should have been better, happier, funnier and hungrier.
but i wasn't.
i don't think i ever want to go back there. it's too full of ghosts.