august

2:28 a.m.
i was JUST about to leave, having dropped off Quad's letter (and mine) to Kass at the 4th floor mailroom, when i decided to unblank this weblog parchment...

it was mostly a day of nothing. i didn't feel like getting up, so i didn't. i let the pall of depression hold me down to my bed. the ending of TIC/AIC always has that effect on me. that it's always short-lived doesn't dampen it at all. however, by 2 in the afternoon, something inside me decided that enough was enough, and besides i needed that little fix of caffeine. shortly, i found myself at Brewed Awakening on Euclid, a block away from the apartment.

three o'clock found me back at the office, where every single thing there just served to remind me of my classes, and the weird feeling of not having them anymore. i didn't even log on to AIM to check out which usual suspects were online, as that would have only intensified things. also, i didn't even open the folder of pix from Friday and Monday, much as people would have wanted to see them. that can wait a day or two more...

anyway, this isn't meant to be a recitation of dreary details. i just wanted to say that i found solace this day by peering through the veils of Kass' and Quad's weblogs... by allowing the strange rush of Fletcher's hypnagogic moment to assail me... and by writing Cynthia in longhand tonight. talking to Angel on the phone helped a great deal too, and it was reassuring, as always.

then, i swept my office floor clean of the accumulated debris and dustbunnies of six weeks. sometime this week, i shall visit Haruko, my shiatsu masseuse, for some therapeutic back-walking.

so another month begins. things end, and begin again...

Jul Sep

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