2.02.2003

I did nothing yesterday. There's nothing to do at my place. I was actually there, at the address that I and my four roommates use, for more than a couple of hours straight. And I wasn't working from home.

The TV isn't mine. Nothing in the kitchen is mine. The distance between me and my roommies is growing again.

Sometimes I feel as if I have no real home.

I live out of an overnight bag.