4:29 p.m. - Monday, Jan. 19, 2004
At last. The long-awaited shot of my kitchen sink in the slanting sunlight of a winter's afternoon.
I would talk about what the slanting sunlight of a winter's afternoon does to me, but I've already been sobbing over my entry in my other diary, and I'm sick to death of having my heart torn out by this existential crap. I have to go look at Cliff Yablonski's website, or something.
Oh, today's my birthday.