meeting the ex
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2001.07.19
Looks like I successfully moved out of my storage room yesterday. I killed almost three hours waiting for the movers, and eventually left when they didn't show. But I left the keys with the storage people, so all was well.
Finally got in touch with Sara today. Apparently she was thrown from a bucking horse on one of her lessons a couple weeks ago, and is walking with a cane! Anyway, we'll meet tomorrow for the first time in 70 whole days. Jes*s, what have I done with that time? Oh, yeah. Decided on a new life, and found a place to live. Whew!