current: Sept. 28, 2003 (11:22 am)

yesterday was spent under covers and slowly creating a stack of freshly re-read novels on my night table. my phone's been ringing but i've been too tired to say yes. i'm a bit disoriented because i feel uprooted even though i'm sitting in a chair i've seen every day for nearly eighteen years. i realize that places and times are past but lately my definition of home has become more fluid as i sit elsewhere and drink freshly mixed cranberry apple juice with someone who i guess now qualifies as an old friend.

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