tales from an ordinary world

1999-09-10

I'm still feeling restless when I get home, so I wander out again, letting myself be pulled whichever way the public transport system blows. Eventually, I end up in Chapel St with the tragically hip and the just plain tragic. Fitting neither of these categories (I hope), I'm practically invisible as I walk the street. I find a café I can cope with (it was nearly empty :) and have a quick, but fairly satisfying dinner.

And now I'm home. Somewhere in between was a whole lot of walking, waiting for a tram, and then sitting on a tram. But it all seems so automatic these days...