Untitled.
28 September 2001
i was sitting here in the living room staring at a blank page thinking that i didn't really have anything to say about today. i'd be upstairs except that one: i want to go into gubbio tomorrow and i haven't told anyone. and two: i feel like i should be moresociable because i'm leaving on sunday morning.
but they're all screaming around me and there's someone screaming on some news show on tv, and i'm almost readt to ubrst out with a pained "please, just shut the fuck up." maybe with my hands clasped firmly over my ears. i'm getting such a fucking headache.