tales from an ordinary world

2001-06-29

A full-on work kind of day, the sort I haven't had in a while but you love and hate at the same time, and then to the pub for one (and only one) celebratory beer before I'm almost late for dinner in some other inner suburb, where I feel like I'm talking at about triple normal speed trying to catch up with friends, and there's so much to talk about all of a sudden, it seems, and so little time, and then it's over, some of us in a jazz bar, some not. We go home, and I'm playing that Tobin Sprout CD loud in the car on the ride home, the one I forgot I'd lent to somebody a few months ago.