2:26 p.m. - October 13, 2002
It's quiet but my ears hurt
It's like the harder I try and the better grip I have on things, the faster they slip from my grasp. The more control I exert has an axiomatic relationship with a quicker fall, greater failure, the acrid smell of burn in my nostrils.
I can't write I can't read I can't launder I can't do anything well and I'm not sure what's going on and my eardrums throb and I want to take a nap.
