29.V.2003 :::: 17.31

i am tired. i just want to stretch out on the cool unfurnitured floor of the new house & think about the floor itself, the wood, until i fall asleep.

at night, recently, i go to bed bruised & scratched & scraped from moving-related activity. i look fightish. i am a fast healer so usually by morning i look less beaten-up.

this afternoon the sky was actually blue & i finished my book on the bus & i wanted to lean into the window & cry.