Back, back

Oddly enough, I am tired and hollow. Feel like nothing but sleep. I shall not be able to go to the gym tomorrow. Which is not good, as I weight 88.5 kilos now, have gained weight over the Christmas season. Maybe it is the flu.

I have alienated Say and ticked off An. Goodness me, you would think it was intentional.

S. says that she loves me. I am reborn, but muffled somehow, or thickened, with age or sickness or depression, or the rancid coating of soured desire.

Ottawa at the end of the month.