May 16, 2003
Somehow, I managed to stay awake until past 10 at night. I don't quite know how. It was a long day in every respect. And the idea of another solitary meal at Trio just doesn't sound appetizing, so I forage in the fridge instead, disappointed all around. I want to have a long dinner and talk over the day's and week's events, analyze them in the greater context, share the stupid level of detail that's OK in person but seems silly over the phone or via email. What I really want is a dinner out in the city with Helene.