Dec 22, 2004 01:25
Recently I've been going out with coworkers. Not only do we suffer from different degrees of loneliness, we also seem to understand each other. Soon I think I'll be able to talk as freely with them as I do my dearest which means this time South Florida, I win.
Finished reading two thirds of James Patterson's Santakid to a now sleeping David. My voice is perfectly suited to that of a nine-year-old girl. This time, I'm not being neurotic; he seems to have a smile on his face so I gather I've succeeded in calming him.