January 2nd, 2002


Enthusiastically spending a quiet night at home

I went upstairs with a book, a pomegranate, and a bowl for seed-disposal. I peeled off my jeans, kicked off my shoes, and pulled on my way-cool-funky-tie-dye pants. Socks fell out of the legs as my feet poked through, leftover from the last time I wore them and failed to put them away properly....