I guess this time at lunch is my 5 minutes, though not in silence. "Woman in Chains" by Tears for Fears is my writing companion. [So free her]
I'm not really that hungry. I ate two bagles around 11:30 and two cans of SQUIRT--a beloved beverage bestowed upon me by grandpa when I was five. I remember the sweet taste even back then. It sustains. But yeah, I should eat. But I can't.
The news and seething national emotions are quite overpowering. Even if I keep the TV off, there are the words of co-workers and friends. There are the quite unhidden expressions of strangers and the unexplainable sensations that I've always had.
Bobby called me from Madonna's concert last night @ The Staple's Center. She was playing "Secret." At the time I thought he had accidentally pushed send on his phone while there, but from his e-mail today I know that it was intentional. Frederic is moved into his new condo. D.R. is recovering from being sick the past coulple of days. I'm looking to going out again sometime soon, playing tennis, being free.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
