7:27 p.m. - December 22, 2002
So. There. It's a bit too close to Christmas now to mail it, but if you would (still) like a copy, let me know, eh? If I say so myself, it's a damn good compilation.
Worked with measurable progress on the book (you know, technically it's called a manuscript. One would think I'd refer properly.), studied lyrics for the thing--this year, no foreign-language pieces except for a few in Latin and that's not a problem for me--and talked with Spec for a bit. Yes, you read that right, but there's no need to delve into that just now. I'm weak, he knows it, I know it; I'll be careful.
Yeah, I know. I want him to go away yet not, I don't want to talk to him yet do, don't want to think about him but can't help it. I want him to watch me at the concert but resisting temptation, want to cuddle with him, listen to him sing to me. No no no no.
I am surprised to see how much I want someone. I'm not entirely hold-hearted; a relief.