28.XI.2001 :::: 17.15

on the way home: something awful clicked. i lost my legs for a second there.

i came home. i yelled at nothing.

mischka says i am STRUNG. i hear the wrong thing first, i hear "strong." maybe he just thinks i need a good cry.

i need a strong cup of tea. i need a vacation. i need you.

but when i finally made it up the stairs there was a package leaning against the door, from jane. an advent calendar, to make up for the chocolate she ate out of mine in third grade.

if you lived somewhere where i have never been, i would run away to you now.