April 24th, 2002. - 2:05 a.m.

Entertained, and redundancy is a luxury.

Astounding how simple things can make one's general unimpressed mood saunter off. Danke schon, Ash.

"Wicked."

But as T. said, speaking through someone else: "She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't."

Moments of indecision and inbetween. Jumping from one foot to the other. Never quite standing firm. Till finally! But shall have to wait. Patience is a virtue, best tested through time.

(Whew, that last sentence was a silly one; like saying �instant powdered water.�)

I dread the day that someone else is required to make one feel real. And pray that it shall never come.

Tonight seems to be an exercise in redundant sentences.

This can really only get funnier.

N.

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