December 28th, 2002



My pool game absolutely sucked tonight. I won 2 out of 4, but I should have lost all of them. So I walked home.

I wanted to be outside where it was quiet. Not really to think. Just to walk. And to be.

I got that some of the way, but there are a lot of cars in Seattle. And once I get to Lake View Blvd the freeway noise is constant.

Somewhere along there I started wishing I hadn't walked home. It wasn't as revitalizing as I thought. One foot in front of the other.

On Lynn, someone whistled at me from a darkened 2nd floor balcony. Foxy lady! a girl cried. I walked on.

Now, I sit and type this entry. My legs no longer bear me, although I still have my shoes on and thus my feet hurt. I hate shoes. But the muscles in my legs are twitching. Twitch. Twitch. Twitch. It's an odd feeling.