Saturday
Over caffeinated to the point of nausea. The headache I carry must be from the pack of cigarettes and not the 2 beers. Though my drinking has gone from the heavyweight category to the featherweight one. I'm moving down in class and still getting my ass handed to me. Aging strikes again. I putter around the house whilst my host goes to the memorial service of a dead infant. When's she returns we take a walk along the river and share relationship war stories. I have known this gal 12 years and never made a pass. She's one of the few. I'm fighting a restlessness I cannot pinpoint. I'll be glad to get on the road tomorrow though I do enjoy her company. We go to sleep in rooms across the hall from one another. We both leave our doors open. It's like we are daring the other to cross the line. We are either both too smart or to chickenshit to do it though. We both sleep alone.