read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

March 11, 2003
Filled with the need to do something, to somehow rid myself of this negative energy, but unable to sit any longer, I run errands and stop for a chai, but the comfortable, not-home/not-office space is filled with teenagers at this late afternoon hour. I return home still in a fit and unsuccessfully try to work it off talking to the irregular consultant for an hour while pacing the library in circles. Settling on the couch I take up the knitting needles; eighty-eight yards of yarn later, one 50 gram ball, I am finally soothed enough to consider going to bed.