i wish it was yesterday only i was happier about the universe and not so hungover from what pete and i both agreed would have been a mild night back in college. we were in bed before midnight! and still! the depression! the headache!
i’m waiting for my phone to charge, for a million dollars and for the end of the semester when pete is done with school and my thesis is turned in. then we can surf without over analyzing surfing or at least things will change.
this morning alice walker was on “forum” and i kept walking back and forth out of my part of the office hoping to see her. i did not see her. i also stood up in my cubicle opening mail because i didn’t feel like sitting down.
something is slowly mounting. i want to be a farmer. the end.