nervous: Nov. 04, 2002 (8:42 pm)

i went to david's house and played chinese checkers. his mom told me about a literature magazine. we took the metro back into dc. everything feels sort of magical, i feel better.

letter from birmingham jail is sitting on my bed...

i'm really frustrated: i can't work, i can't concentrate. i don't know what i'm doing.

i was afraid to go to your house 'cause it felt weird. it didn't while i was there but in retrospect i'm nervous.

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