Last night I managed to get myself into a deep funk. It happens sometimes, when you just get inexplicably blindsided by sorrow, and feel almost unable to move. I think starting to read 'The Dirty Havana Trilogy' partially put me in the funk. It's fantastic - and the sex is wild in it. Jason is dead on about it. The narrator's talk of depression and sex put me into a bit of a depression. Nothing that a good night's sleep didn't cure.

It's lovely outside today, and I wish I had some work to do, but it's a day off. I had to drive downtown yesterday and take the train back because I borrowed Kelly's car, and when the train stopped at 9:10 pm in Western Springs I was the only on that got off. The brutal heat and humidity of the day had lifted and it was quiet and warm - very pleasant. There were lots of people out walking. I thought of getting my bike out and taking a night ride but that pisses off my parents, so I just went inside and read. Later I fell asleep watching TV.