June 25, 2012
I had an unusual day, spent trying to make up for the hours of sleep I missed last night. Come 4am there was no question: I was going to call off work. And I did, but not before going through the motions of showering, coffee, leaving. I let my boss know I was having car trouble while I had the key in the ignition. The remainder was spent making marginal improvements to my personal life. Dreaming about slamming doors on the north side of a freeway through the mountain, taking pictures of a statue, and my friends Barry and Marius.