7:07 p.m. - May 28, 2003
Hairybackism
Two thoughts while washing my car and watching the across-the-street neighbor wash his:
1) Yum.
Then he took off his shirt and turned around.
2) Please God, don't let me have a hairy back.
The thoughts I have when there's too much on my mind and the inconsequential ones run amuck.
Skipping group therapy tonight for no clear reason, no I-don�t-want-to-deal-with-traffic or There-are-just-too-many-fun-things-to-choose-from-tonight-how-could-I-settle-for-therapy distractions. I feel like being alone. Or something.
