Last night was a bit of a disaster. Josie and I had a big fight. I ended up walking home from my friend Pauline's at eleven at night. I walked about five miles home in my bare feet. The city streets felt cool at first, but started to hurt after a while. My feet are killing me now.
There's something poetic in this, of course. I'll have to work it into a poem.
Anyway, I was stupid last night. Jealous. And I feel very badly about it. I'm certain that it's just nerves related to the "big discussion" later in the week. But it still doesn't make it right.