January 13, 2002

• Ok, so I’m so thoroughly exhausted. I’m a dead horse; don’t beat me. I’m a flipped circuit breaker. I’m four flat tires.
  
  I rented a car in Oakland and drove it to Seattle. Only I was really stupid and took a ‘scenic’ route that didn’t really add that much scenery. I was going to go to a primitive hot spring I know about, but it was packed with people. And while I’m OK with being nekkid in front of strangers (at least, given the context), I just wanted to have my fantasy of being alone in the hot pool.
  
  Last night was spent in a rest area in the back seat of a Chevy Cavalier, which isn’t as bad as it sounds.
  
  Suffice it to say that I’m glad to finally be home, and to be experiencing that strange sense of revisiting one’s life without the benefit of routine. It’s what happens when you get back to your room and it’s still as messy as when you left, only the reasons for all the different piles seem forgotten and unknowable.
  
  Isis, princess tabby feline owner of the house, was the only one here to greet me, but she’s a dozen times more excited about seeing me than she’s ever been on previous returns. She’s on my lap now. Aww.

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