Monday, August 25th, 2008

Time	Event
2:14a	The script reads me I'm back from Baltimore. It's boring and overly familiar here, but there's lots and lots to be done. Time to start doing it again. I didn't do much where I was. Upper, upper Maryland, connected to the city by a highway and a name only, with wide open fields to walk in and stars to stare at and corn fields to sneak into and no street lights or cars. I didn't read, I didn't work on photos, I didn't get in touch with friends, I barely watched movies or played any games. I just wandered, and chilled, and talked, and cuddled, and smoked, and lay out in the grass looking at the stars. It wasn't exactly what I planned, but it was pretty close to exactly what I needed. Now, to make sure I do what I need to do back here. (3 Comments | Comment on this)
4:47p	It's enough to drive a man MAD Not terribly surprisingly, upon my return, my answering machine was filled with messages. The very last one was possibly the most important, and certainly the most disturbing. ( Even when I'm not the injured party, dealing with health care is a nightmare ) Now most of the day is shot, I'm exhausted and pissed, in no mood to spend any time on the phone returning all my other calls, and I'm no closer to finding who or what this message was about. For all I know, someone I care about (or at least am acquainted with) is sitting straightjacketed in a padded room somewhere in Manhattan, rocking back and forth, crying and convulsing, with my name on their tongue, wondering why their one phone call went unanswered, wondering when I'm going to come and save them. (7 Comments | Comment on this)

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