Saturday 6 November 1999

Southqua solets battlison.

meta-date: Sat Nov 6 01:10:00 1999

Move along - nothing to see here.  I have the number, but am too much of an arse to use it.  She is working tonight.  Something Not.  Something other.  I cannot.  I am.  I hate - I want not to.  I have got her number - she knows - what the fuck is happening.  I will have to speak to her at some point.  She has my number too - but she is probably less likely to use it than I am.   She has less reason to.  I am me.  There is more.