Sunday, August 24, 2003
I have been in Seattle for 6 days now and I am slowly starting to recover my wits. The jet lag was worse than ever before, aggravated, probably, by my previously accumulated fatigue and, um, the fact that I don't really have anything to do right now, so I can afford to be lost and confused time and space-wise.
It is good to be here. I am happy -- not hysterically jumping up and down, just harmoniously, calmly, animal happy. My inner monologue is suffering from the lack of a reason to unravel, for I now have an audience for my thoughts.
It is good to be here. I am happy -- not hysterically jumping up and down, just harmoniously, calmly, animal happy. My inner monologue is suffering from the lack of a reason to unravel, for I now have an audience for my thoughts.
