9/1/00 6:32 am penn station nyc
finally here. seemed like the N
would take forever. i think i was sitting in a puddle of urine; at least
no one else wanted to sit there. i was thankful to get a seat.
A came to relieve me at 4:30 am. Mad Dog and Abu were still at it. i think Mad was winning. i'm not sure. it didn't matter much who was winning. the score could tip over in one or two games easily.
i wrote a few letters to -----, who was in maine with her mother. york beach. i've never been there. ----- goes there usually.
it's hard to believe she could be stressed out on vacation, in maine. but i guess mothers can do that to you. she was making noises. like, "you don't care about me enough," but not directly. it was more from the side. i tried to alleviate her misgivings.
i have to wait some more before i board the train, probably at least a half hour. i am so tired right now i could throw up. that's how nauseous i feel, just from being tired. i haven't slept much this week.
that's why i hadn't written to -----. usually
i write one or two emails every day, but this week it's been less that one
a day. but only because i was so busy.