17 November 2007
Some Scars Never Heal - Part 6
The following day found me no closer to having a clean apartment than I’d been when I’d hung up from Orlando. After our conversation, and the picture in the magazine, I’d found it very difficult to settle to any one task, and so had sort of floated from one area to the next, not really accomplishing anything. I’d tried to at least get the recycling ready for my landlord to take to the road for me, but couldn’t even get that done. The piles of magazines were still all over my carpet, and the recycling box was still half-empty.