September 6, 2003
It does not seem possible that it has been a week already. Seven days and seven nights since a glorious, rollicking evening full all sorts of wretched excess. Once again it is the little things that seem to mean the most or to stand out in memory. It has been so very long since I last had unrestricted social, literate and engaging conversation in real time and face to face with people who share my interests. And it has been so much longer since there was a man in my bed who reached out to me in the morning sunshine.