alone, the grave’s alone,
the twitch, the switch,
the bitch’s alone...
—Joseph Ceravolo
Mixed bag. Friday night
horrible. The stranger
who was to fix my lap-
top... no go. So... I broke
down. Depressed.
Horrible.
Saturday board meeting.
I walked all the way there.
Then to Hayes Valley for
brunch with Otto at
Absinthe. He was cute,
trying to cheer me up,
all happy because he
got his income tax refund.
