Monday, November 11, 2002

this feels like a "real" morning after.
a bit sour and lonely. odd. andre eisermann should give out disclaimers with the tickets for his readings.

am still flooded with thoughts and feelings triggered by last night, which make me feel all fragile and open and lonely. miss evan.

on top of that, it's grey and raining like it is the end of the world and i got lots of work for the day, but feel directionless, overwhelmed, cold and slightly sick. if my stomach trouble keeps going this way without me taking evening primrose oil, i guess i have to see a doc this week. duh.

what a counterpoint to last nights high.