10:00 p.m. - June 11, 2003
A line of gold stars, faded and dimmed
Bathsheba told me that while attending a party on Saturday, she overheard a group of people talking about me. She joined in their discussion thinking she could learn some dirt, as she phrased it. I fell a little . . . weird on one hand, inordinately pleased on the other in that childish, megalomaniacal flavor that occasionally manifests itself.
Sad to register that my noted accomplishments occur all in the past tense.
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