April 12, 2004
It is not easy to write with a dog making caw sounds at your feet. Or maybe they are better described as k sounds. It means he wants to play. I have anxiety and woke early. Be quiet I say to the dog. Shut up. Now I have lost all incentive to write. Incentive is not the right word but I can't even think. A slice of life. That sounds cruel and painful. This is city life. My windows facing the street are inner lined with reflective sheets of some kind of silver stuff so no one can see in.