2002-04-04 || 4:08 p.m.

|| oh the loneliness of the long-distance runner. yep. i get it. ||

not to sound completely pathetic, but.

oh.

it feels like i am running a marathon. and. i am a terrible runner. not at all athletic. and i have my sweatbands on, i'm employing the use of my lucky sneaks and swish swish pants, but i am completely out of breath. wheezing like mad and feeling two degrees shy of throwing up. and there are so so so many miles to go.

how many miles to germany?

i bloody hate track and field.

fortunately there are very nice people standing around the track offering cups of water and trashy magazines. brian took me to the parkway last night for pints and pizza and couches and the royal tenenbaums. tonight jeanne moreau is in a movie at the castro theater. and there are nice social outings in the works, and wondrous molly is coming to visit. and i have projects i should be working on, and an apartment perpetually in need of a good tidying up, and a cat out of her mind elated that i have been home so much, but.

oy.

seven days down. twenty-nine to go.

that is a lot of feckin miles.

(i think this is why i have not been sleeping, if you want to know the truth. pathetically, i am afraid. this is the cause of the constant time conversions, the keeping of the phone at an arm's length at all times Just In Case. Just In Case, like yesterday, it is six-twenty-two ay em here and four-twenty-two pee em there and he calls from a cobbly street with a name i would not be able to pronounce just to say hello it's great here you would be crying the whole time.

Just In Case.)

i think the sweatbands might look a bit silly.

i think i need to get a life, man.

because the completely unglamorous dare we say co-dependent (at least in small letters, or surrounded by off-setting quotation marks) truth of it all is.

mmm. i am missing someone fiercely.

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