i came home from work and fell asleep on the bed watching tv. the phone woke me up. it was the coolest guy wanting to take me out to dinner because he'd missed me ("when did you miss me...i've been here all the time??"). we went for tappas. so much for the fruit and salad diet i'd been on all day. despite the bucket of oil on the food it was very very good. as was the spanish wine (i grew up drinking cheap spanish wine in spain every summer). we had all these great conversations which i planned to write about in here, and kept a mental note of, until we left the restaurant and my memory was wiped clean. actually i do remember a long conversation about the political correctness of talking about nazi's in the workplace(!!). who say's romance is dead.
10:32 p.m. - June 11, 2003
every now and again i have a day like today. everything is fine and dandy. everything except me. nothing in my life fits me today.
so "give me something to sing about".
3:08 p.m. - June 11, 2003
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