outlet

my grandfather left for maryland yesterday. i didn't get to say goodbye. no one can take care of him here-- so my aunt from the east coast took him. i didn't get to say goodbye.

i wouldn't be surprised if i get arthritis in my right hand. something is terribly wrong with my index finger knuckle, and i keep having to crack it to get that knotted feeling out. 

i am lying on the floor of phoebe's living room, which has become a second home to me during the past two weeks. i will be leaving shortly.

b.r.b.