Yesterday, I felt like I was moving in slow motion. I meant to write entries and reply to people, but I just couldn't find the time. I will today.

E was set on playing pool and wanted company. I could sense it was something more than a simple desire to sink the eight ball. So after work, I took the train home, only to drive back downtown. I had planned to stay an hour or two, but ended up staying close to midnight. Nothing else seems to matter much when being there to provide a listening ear.