Wednesday, 24 October 2001 | Seven-hour segments

— While on my way home from work today, I saw a girl picking purple flowers in an exit median on the Durham Freeway. I saw her hunched-over body before I saw her car, and it took me a moment to realize what she was doing and how she'd gotten there.

— Tonight Martin discovered his bike has been stolen; the chain that attached both of our bikes to a large printing press of sorts in the garage had been cut, and for some reason, my bike was left standing there, unguarded and defenseless. I guess its biggest defense is that it came from KMart.

— An hour ago I walked to the video store and rented Jesus' Son, a movie recommended to me by my late friend Rasheid.

My days are strings of unrelated events squished into seven-hour segments of free-time. Are anyone else's days any different?