i laced my shoes, procrastinated. slept in. entertainment has gotten costly when its come to laying in bed thinking up lines to make kids laugh in the school yard. i crawled but i was too dark for him. he didnt want to hold hands in public. the rooms a mess. there are quarter inch pieces of his hair on the kitchen floor and a terribly sexy answering machine message.

my abdomen hurts from incisions to bring dirk into the world only weeks ago. mrs.fontaine brought me soup and crackers the next day and that was the last meaningful interaction i�ve had since. john didnt call because there was a baby that was partly him in the arms of a happy couple in new jersey. the adoption agency gave me five hundred dollars for dirk. i deposited it in an account i promised myself i wouldnt touch but i spent it last week on a dress for a tenessee cousins wedding.