2005-02-15 || 3:10 p.m. || crooked rain crooked rain || this day has been horrifically slow. i have been listening to an audio story about lady pirates with the space heater cranked up and the rain pounding at the sky light. it's one of those days weighed down by a malaise, and when i walked around the block to get my lunch i had to retrace my steps around the malaise maze to find what was causing the feeling: this and that and that. wanting more than anything to call it a day to walk to the bus stop to wait in the rain to soak the hems of my pants in puddles to take the bus to 9th to walk home. to sleep. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |