written on 07 Jan
at 2041 hrs

*I'll show you all the things that I own; my treasures, you might say. It couldn't be more'n ten dollars worth. They brighten up my day.* -Lyle

I was s'posta go out with Man tonight, but I'm not. And I'm really sad about that. Because irrationally I worry that tomorrow will turn into next week into next month into once a year. And I guess I just really needed to see her tonight.

However, I also need to see the back of my eyelids tonight. And though I'll miss seeing Ben and talking to my friends, I fear staying up and chatting tonight would make me look silly and tiresome.

Much like last night, eh, Claire?

So tired.