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Sunday Morning

This is okay, but I crave a little companionship.

A social quality is important.  Laughing over

hallucinations.  Surprise talk with Ben on the

phone last night.  Perrin says “hi.”  I ran after work

rather than in the middle of it.  (Work?)

The air full of Schuyler and cat mist.  I wish it were a

seedy Sunday morning.  But at least I don’t hear any

rain.  Sit inside for days complaining of rain, secretly

pleased to be shut in.

I’ve got lousy taste.  By that I mean everything

tastes funny.  By that I mean this orange juice

tastes horrible.