2004-10-03 - 10:52 p.m.
My shoes are kicked off and my belongings are strewn about the room as I have used them.
The cell phone was useless tonight: nobody home. Three days have passed of unaccountalbe loneliness. It is easier to get a date in this town than to find a friend. Just one, I just want one friend to laugh with.
I need to find new music, I said. As the snow tinkled on the windowshield at Vail Pass I momentarily forgot. Watching TV mindlessly--that is usually the way to watch it--and noting the early hour, I remembered my resolve driving over the mountain. ITunes, however, won't cooperate.
"Don't ask, 'Why?' It's just a lesson learned in time." I never noticed that line before, maybe because I never listened to the song while tempted to ask, "Why?" A purposeful question at times, I do not like to ask it about certain events. I prefer to ask, "What next?" and get back on my feet to do that. During one of the half-hearted philosophical discussions at hunting camp it was said, by those older than me, that perseverence is at the heart of life. Without it you will die.
I always considered this a strength of mine, but I know it has hardly been tested.
Why is Englewood and Centennial such ahush Sunday afternoon? For so many houses in the area, the streets are dead, the hotel nearly empty, and I am a little nervous.
