Jan 02, 2008 23:50
Right, it started alright. Truly. A good spar with an increasingly familiar friend. One of the few that reminds me why skirts can be quite amusing. Either way, at least the Commander and I were finally able to speak. Hopefully, I was able to address his concerns but I'm sure there will be more to discuss in time.
Cyndre, my dear sweet friend, I swear she's become such an influence. Whether she means to or not, but I do find that I thoroughly enjoy her company. Too much mead and even the most controled reserve can founder. Next time, but again, one's life cannot be a series of next times. Now can it? A week and then we march.
Perhaps I will be able to see my friend before then, but who knows what tomorrow holds. Much less seven days from now.