2002-09-25
3:28 p.m.
six
It's funny how quickly life moves me along - 'slower' happened because I thought NS would be different. No, no, it's not different this year, but I'm glad. Out of control means having less time to worry. I probably should be worrying. Assignments are piling up, and it's not that I won't get them done, but I have only tonight (and I also have fever-induced haze and delirium). Yesterday wasn't wasted, just spent maybe differently than it should have. I went down to the park with a friend and saw the ocean swaddled in fog, and got a bit lost again in the woods (well, I was; he wasn't). Planned the walks I can take starting in, um, six days. oh my god. Six days. And almost did many things, stopped by my body in various ways. Watched a drunk man kicked out of a diner only to be approached in a bar after, the freckly friend accosted and LOVED by this MAN who is a HUNTER. Hijacked evenings. And middle of the wee hours phone calls, and the smoothest voice. Oh my god. Six days. This is sudden and perfect. days
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