Angela's journal, Sept. 22

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Written while Angela waits for Marty to wake up at the clinic. Private entry.]

I think every day here is weird, but this one truly deserves the label, even after the flowers.

For starters? I had lunch with Phoebe., whose recent problems kind of make mine look like nothing. We fantasized about an island without boys, but with plenty of wine

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[geoff_chaucer]

[OOC: You do realize, of course, that if Angela were to come down and visit Geoff, he'd be more than happy to say more than five words to her. :)

And, hey, doesn't the poem count as more than five words?]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Angela was feeling a little sorry for herself and suffering from selective amnesia when she talked to Phoebe. But yes, the poem does count, and I'll send her to the store today.]