note. i've done a lot of refreshing today. much purging. be critical & write me, for the love of fuck.

so i think now that we're out of band, i'm over it. but if i see again, i know i'm screwed.

i need to find my atm card. or get it replaced.

i'm at the bus stop where i have been impatiently awaiting the bus for an hour. it's chilly. i need to do research on the imf. gah.

lucky bastard.

as i'm scribbling in this notebook, i see that my handwriting is shot to hell.

the grey is sticking again. i don't feel as hopeless but equally or more so trapped than before.

did i mention that public transportation can suck me? oh, well.

angie got her hair cut. she cried for two hours. i've made her part of the hierarchy. jr, kristen, wes, sara, angie, jon - some more tangible than others. it's this funny enigma they've become & i find myself thinking abot each one in great detail. how fathomless.

i did a lot of RANDOM writing today.