I regained my wits somewhere around 5pm. Most of the day has been spent lethargic
watching DVD's and feeling tired. Last night is a blur, being somewhat sleep deprived
already and then leaving Craig
and Amy's at 5am after talking about things and watching Monty Python sketches.
The city is dead still in the early morning, much more so than the country. On
the way home an ambulance sped past me with the siren off going east on North
Ave; the flashing red lights shattered in the dew on the windshield. I ejected
the tape adapter for the discman and Art
was boasting some graph
appearing on his web site. A listener called in with encouraging words and proclaimed
it, the conclusion to be deduced from the graph, his destiny. His show closed
to a song by Crystal
as I pulled into the parking lot, he never explained the significance
of the graph. I came inside and laid down on the futon thinking how alive it makes
one feel to hang out with friends, within minutes I was sound asleep.