April32008
Yesterday was exhausting. I got up at 4am, drove from DC to Durham, worked a full day, met Crystal, bought a new car, drove home twice — once in my old car, once in my new — and then made Chinese soup out of a bottle of ketchup and some soy sauce. That turned out better than it sounds. Crystal was as tired as I.
I was so sweaty and greasy and plain horrible feeling that I took a shower, and she joined me. At some point, we got so loopy and tired that we just decided to scream at the top of our lungs, not with anger or anything, just for fun. Standing there under the hot water, washing off the day, letting it all go with my sweetheart — ain’t nothing better.
