It's overcast, and the humidity is up. The temperature, too, somewhat. The shower promised for today might happen, after all. I wonder if it will turn to snow on the way down: crystals precipitating out of the solution of chilled wet air ( Read more... )

I didn't tell her.

Didn't tell her that Linden found Grey. Didn't tell her that my problems go deeper than-

Didn't tell her everything.

But that's not what she's here for. That's not what I'm here for, not with her. Dangerous, like letting her know Grey's location (thank you for the report, Bill, but don't tell me about debts, when I've made you ( Read more... )

I can't do that again. Last time. I swear it. I mean it ( Read more... )

( 'That's my job.' [William Linden] )

I needed that. I needed to speak - to say. To say it. Out loud; in the open; out of my head. And not to have it thrown back in my face, with pity or contempt ( Read more... )

She has a lot of nerve.

Which is not to say that she's not absolutely right.

Hate that.

( 'Throwing stones across the chasm of our hostility.' [Emma] [R for language] )

A new White Pawn, an understanding with his Queen, and a sandwich: I've had worse welcomes home in my life.

Still reading through Percy's assessment of Bahir. I'll ask him to set up a meeting - which reminds me that I have that McMillan interview later today. Shit. Don't tell me how to do my job, Linden, thank you ( Read more... )

[Friday, February 3, 2006:]

( 'Leave.' [Cynthia Gladstone] [Rated R for sexual situations and violence] )

I should not have to rely on chemical manipulation to be able to think clearly.

I should not have to expect a pawn to act like a friend, and feel disappointed when he doesn't.

I should not have to spend half my morning Googling gout treatments, either, for that matter. Grey has much to answer for, and Wyngarde? Oh, precious little poppet, ( Read more... )

Taking stock today ( Read more... )