03 January, 2004

Something New

Once again, the world changes....

In walks Ginny with a bottle of wine, which she insists we finish, so we do.

The wee hours are spent in girltalk and giggles, and tipsy e-mails to people who might be amused by them. My underlying morose is pushed to murky depths.

At three am, we pack in, as we're working tomorrow.

"Cybbie? Can I sleep with you?"


Do I say Yes?

When do I not?

Not much sleep, but no nightmares, either.

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