My eyes are tired, scratchy and red. That's what I get for switching from
glasses to contacts. I feel like I could sleep in an ice bath for a month.
My body feels damp everywhere. Damp and tired. I barely have the
eye-strength to focus on this screen for much longer.
I got together tonight with some old camp friends and talked about
times gone by. Where do they go - those 'times gone by'? Dangit all.
It was good to sort out some truth of what happened from past
experiences and past summer horse manure.
Luca is happy to have company in the apartment again. I feel like I
should write something more revolutionary and incendiary...but I'm
dead.
I'm outy 5000.
