sunday december 30 2001    |    3:12 a.m.

i'm tired. my feet hurt and the underside of my right knee and i have a bruise on -- how does this happen? -- the inside of my left forearm. the perils, the scars of retail!

i miss my friends. the longing is so big (i can't but quantify it) that i know they can feel it, too. even with all the miles in between.

i go to work and come home. i read, listen to neil young, make mixtapes, and look forward to packages in the mail.

it's almost like a hibernation period of some kind. even in florida. (it was actually sweater weather here for two days last week.)

it's when i go out with people-here that i feel the loneliest.

i have things to figure out, don't i.