may 13, 1999
7:58 in the morning, and we just wrestled the last bits of life out of the inflatable couch. stayed up all night packing, dubbing copies of the quint mix, talking. not that tired, though i'm sure it'll hit me later. going to pack all day, talk to gil, go to the trainers, go to the public library with tim. yeah. it's getting to that point, that point that i hate, when everything's beginning to be in boxes and the walls are full of spackle instead of pictures. but damn, it looks like a beautiful day and i love staying up all night and seeing the sun rise... i can hear an airplane passing overhead. i'm glad i'm driving home... that liminal time of car trips, not quite here, not quite there... and i've been using the word liminal far, far too much lately. going to go take a shower, then eat some breakfast...