2004-07-28 - 12:41 p.m.
What I want is to go home.
Home being where the heart is and all that rot.
I want to go there, wherever my heart is, and stay _ just for a while.
For maybe one good night's sleep and one slow cup of coffee in the morning.
For one more moment of "Ah! Yes, I recognize you!" before I head back to the place that is day-by-day, week-by-week, hour-by-hour.