It was late at night, already well after my Barnes and Noble experience. I don't remember if i have slept at all. I may have passed out for a few hours, but how does one know they've slept if they don't remember waking up. I must have been coming out of a blackout, but i knew where i was this time. My head was already running.

One of my favorite things is yellow traffic lights. . they show a transition, a change. Fort Lauderdale can't seem to ever get them right, though, i miss them all.

I was feeling particularly sorry for myself at that very moment... i wasn't crying, but, i knew i had been... again, i don't know when. I was watching a guy cross the street in his electric wheelchair. He looked like he was struggling. I felt sorry for him.

Finally the light turned green and i must've known this but i know i wasn't paying attention. i wasn't even looking at the lights. maybe i just felt the green hit the side of my face.. the way it floods into your car when you're the first person at the light, and it's almost right above you.

i think i was the only person too, i don't remember anyone passing me.

I hate living more than a mile from the beach, i feel so god damn poor.