Sleepless on Good Friday

Here I am, ensconced in a Starbucks outlet, engaged in a downloading marathon, which started at around 6:20 pm, my mind wandering uncontrollably, but oscillating mostly around myself, and how one of the very few pillars bolstering my will to live, my relationship with a seemingly caring 40 year-old named Ebonny, has evaporated, leaving me adrift once again in the sea of singles trying to convince ourselves that we can make it alone.