December 8, 2004
Standing over the bathroom sink too long is quite an experience diary. It's like trying to find the express elevator in a European hotel. I spent maybe a little too long in the bathroom this morning. I couldn't help it though, the longer I stayed the more it became a sport. Monolo didn't miss a beat either. He delivered my kale oatmeal and I ate with the excess water from the shower head dripping and keeping beat. Afterwards my mind cleared and I realized it is time to get Constance a gift worthy of her companionship. I went to improv and when I say improv I mean "group." But it seems my wires were crossed. It wasn't until a large girl started telling us how she goes to the mall after school and eats french toast until her stomach hurts that I realized I was in the wrong group. Wrong suite sure, but good energy nonetheless.