brief dispatch from south texas
Monday 31 May 2004 | I like a cookie
I am tired and weepy and people-phobic and in an, I fear, now-chronic state of terror and adrenaline rush. Also my sciatic ass hurts and I managed to sit zazen for a whopping six or seven minutes before wigging out completely. N. didn’t call tonight. I had a dismal pale simulacrum of a non-conversation with M. Z. watched My Best Friend’s Wedding and we ate guacamole I’d made. I am a nervous fucking wreck.
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