The story thickens. Almost a year in between an upcoming celebration renders me and pushes forward. It is ridiculous to stand my ground for it is not mine to be stood. Again I cowardly hold back what may possibly be the very key to my quest. When the weekend is long and sleep sparse, it is pleasing to know time was not wasted behind closed doors. I guess in a way I would rather not say how I feel at the end of today. Not one goodbye did I bid, now tonight I am left naked remembering how easy it is to forget.
June 6, 1999