Friday, March 5, 2010
the week's been uncoordinated; a jealous objection against the free birds. it has now been exactly eight days since I showered last.
just get into the shower, says mother bitterly as I wobble in through the front door, closing the night and life behind me. I've read your stories about the world over and over. I envy and adore you all and
tonight, I'll sleep.