November 11, 2007
Dreadful unshakably messy day, long crawl through baths and showers and flustered naps and the sense that nothing was getting done and the further sense that I didnít give a shit about getting any of it done in the first place, I just wanted to root and hollow. Did I say unshakable? It truly was: Iíve known many that donít hunt, but this one dug, pit bull maw at my throat. Was I fun to live with? Hell, no. Did I pray for it all to end? Hell, yes. Did it? Not by a long shot. Dug in, dug out.