7:02 a.m. - September 18, 2003
Last night with Ryan ended early - abruptly - unpleasantly - though he called to apologize later. I don't want to talk about it. Sorry, Oz.
Spec called and was pissed off that I was on the phone for a while - and it was too late to call him back, so this morning the phone rings and he drills me and I became angry and what a way to start a morning.
I don't fit in anywhere, not with guys, not with women, not with people.
Eh. The dog next door still likes me.