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.
