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2004-05-31 - 1:28 p.m.
Out of nowhere the stupid, goddamned sadness accosts me. I swear it hides in the drain and slithers up behind me while I'm rinsing the soap out of my eyes.
There is no good reason for it.
I try all sorts of impotent defenses like saying "No!" out loud in my empty room and flinging bedroom slippers across the floor into nothing.
Three-day weekends are not the time to think about "life" and "meaning," they are for thinking about charcoal, sunshine and barbecue sauce.
When will I come out of hiding?
Damned if I know.