31 October 1982: As Marcellus Young
Home from work. Looking for somewhere to go. I'm going to do my part for the baby shower, show up, and leave the next day. The last time I had a holiday Mel was in pigtails and I just know I shouldn't be here. I just know.
I shouldn't have shagged her, either, I could feel that, not my conscience but I just knew, but there was only one person who could save Izzie from herself and WELL.
Well hasn't this just all ended so cleanly.
Not likely to sleep tonight. Four hours was enough for now, I'll catch some when I crash but I think I___ I think I did enough lines for me and Sam because she's not here.
HEY JOURNAL here's something funny for you, Abby just owled. 'How are you?' OH I AM JUST BRILLIANT. MY MOOD HAS NEVER BEEN HIGHER
Need to owl my dealer. Whenever the thing with Zoe ends I'm going to need it.
[scratched out heavily]
Nothing's going to be the same. Nothing. It's all going to go up in flames and I mi
Happy Halloween or Anniversary of the End of the War Sort Of, all.
In the mood for a holiday so I chatted up my travel agent and it looks like I might be leaving Saturday if all works out as planned. I'm thinking somewhere exotic. Egypt? Morocco? Tokyo? Anyone have suggestions?
Pity I can't get out tonight to celebrate all the good news out there but there's work in the morning after all.