Well, at least it's over with, and now I can finish up my writing. Focus on what's important, right? Sure. Right.

( 'Let's honour our dead, and turn our mourning into resolve.' [Jean, Shaw, Sabitha, Sean, Nikolai, Ray, Rossi, Aaron, Jubilee, Alyssa] )

I've sent Alyssa away. First Sabby, now Aly - can I get rid of Rossi? But I don't want to. Or Aaron. After the party tonight with his family ( Read more... )

Well, that was a little bad. I had no idea she was coming over today. Did I? Maybe I just forgot. Typical ( Read more... )

Rossi, you idiot. Was it really your own damn bullet? Sweet merciful Christ. Trust you to ( Read more... )

I can't get back to bed. I need to, but . . .

Oh, Alyssa. What are we going to do with you? And how did I get tangled up in this web? I didn't mean to, but . . .

Need to sleep. She managed it, and with those bruises on her arms, and her heart.

She's right: men suck.

( 'I /hugged/ him, Leah. And.. And.. he'd want to kill me?' [Alyssa] )

Oh, man. This is worse than the Vaye business because I was getting to know Alyssa and like her for herself and her obvious touching devotion to John (as in, she's crushing on him so hard, you can see it from space). And now, this evening at the coffeeshop down the street? Just . . . damn ( Read more... )

Dinner was fine. The usual. I'm afraid to talk to Stephanie about what's been going through my head lately about work. I inherited her from her older partner, whom I did trust with that kind of fretful wondering, and I still consider us on shaky ground, even after two years in this business relationship. Besides, I'm not clear on what's wrong and ( Read more... )