tuesday
June 28th, 2005Washing machine is broken. K has a headache. My mother’s voice always sounds angry on the phone. I work overtime. There is never anything but bills in the mail.
I miss my ballet class. The chinese market is out of tofu. It starts to rain cold drops and of course, I don’t have a jacket with me. I walk home, around the bay, the side I never walk on, and somehow, today, everything is right in the world.