9:50 p.m. - September 03, 2004
And end to the week, a day I dread
Strange: Ran into Jeff again.
From nowhere the desire to be in a crowd, a bar, appeals. To be lost in a crowd with loud music and be jostled, to jostle, to feel the hum of conversation through my feet, be close to people: Tonight I yearn for this.
Yearn!
