04-30-02 - 1:32 p.m.
patrick called at six this morning, to 'see if my phone was working'.
him: (forced indifference) how are you?
me: (cheerfully) naked and dripping wet. how are you?
him: (silent, lost for words)
we met near the hotel. he really wanted to be mad at me, but i kissed him out of the idea. and the last thing he said to me?
you have every right to turn off your phone.