2001-07-20

another sensual and scintillating cloudy, foggy, distressed day in san francisco. ah,joy. there's nothing like a city where i can wear a scarf during my morning commute, IN THE MIDDLE OF JULY.

i slept. last night. without mike.

but not with anyone else.

it was disturbing. i woke, this morning, and there was noone to hold on to! noone to wish me a happy friday!

at 7am the phone rang. and he said: i love you.

it is friday! friday! friday! that means drunkeness, if i may say so meself.