September 3, 1997 Restless. I'm still restless. It's driving me crazy. I can't focus on any one thing and my thoughts just keep spinning around and around. § As I left work today and crossed the Circle, I saw a bevy of Rollerbladers grouped to one side. There must have been at least thirty of them, of all shapes and sizes, laughing and chatting, swapping water bottles, standing around looking blithe and unconcerned. I had no idea what they were all doing there, but it was an interesting encounter with some of denizens of the city. I'm feeling tired and uninspired now, where I felt full of ideas before. I thought waiting until I got home would be better for writing, but it seems I should have sat down to write before when I was still at work. I miss Winnie. I miss school. I sound like a broken record. Next Previous