9:24 p.m. - October 16, 2006
And now I am horny, hungering to run my hands over somebody warm, look into eyes other than my own. I'm looking at my reflection in the sliding glass door and scoff: It.Ain't.Gonna.Be.
So instead I'm reaching for the tired copy of Emily Dickinson and the remote.
Welcome to my world.
Flee quickly. There is little here.