index | archives | notes Monday, May. 15, 2006 1:52 a.m. << [ Two in the Morning ] >> On the phone for an hour and a half earlier, then a break for half an hour and he asked me to call him again. He's sleepy and I'm sleepy and neither of us are making much sense. "Goodnight." "I love you." "Don't kid yourself." "Shut up." "I don't shut up, I--" "I know you don't." "I grow up, and when I think of you, I throw up." "You're so mean to me." "I'm just kidding, I don't throw up." "Not that." "Oh. I love you too." "Hee. Goodnight." << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org