Saturday, Jun. 28, 2003
4:41 a.m. — These fucking pacific northwest birds are pissing me off. I've been up all night, which I don't quite understand because I didn't sleep during the day. I crawled out of bed Amy's bed after she'd fallen asleep and came into the living room, so that I wouldn't lie there, agonizing over my insomnia. The birds started at four in the morning - a whole fucking hour before the sun makes its "false rise" and I don't even remember having a quiet moment during those star-lit hours after after our exahausting love-making.

Amy and I hadn't seen each other all week, hadn't even talked on the phone. I was a little bit tense with her on Monday for talking too much whie I was trying to say something — something about my increasing anxiety over my 10-year high school reunion next year. I didn't say anything at the time, because it's quite disconcerting to think of a way to bring up an annoyance about something I know already makes her self-conscious.

We spent half the day in the park. I'd forgotten my bags, so I began a copy of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius while she sunbathed in her bikini. I've never been with anyone who sunbathed in a bikini. Life was very good today.

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