Crooked 10:37P.M.

Blackalicious. I just bought their blazing arrow album... I sit slouched in this office chair I found in the refuse closet. I am sure the crease over my belly button is deepening. I have spent the majority of the day alone, but not lonely. My mother worries and I was supposed to call her at 7. I will do so now. Her cell rings. I think I will end up in her voicemail and my father picks up. He passes the phone to my mother. I immediately get a call from Natasha. I have to call her back. My mother complains about paperwork - health insurance papers. She's telling me that my father is doing a photo project for his old medical mates from their reunion.

I like Wild Oats and Trader Joe's. Too bad they don't have any in the city...