2003-04-01 - 1:41 a.m.
'monday night drinking games'
Came home and gave myself a mental slap when I heard Mason's voice on my machine. Just calling. Just calling to say hi. To talk. He didn't leave a number. And now I'm wishing I'd just stayed home. Because sometimes the right conversation over the phone is so much better than forced conversation over drinks. Sometimes a disembodied voice says more than dull eyes in person.
I can't believe I missed that call.
Meanwhile, I hate everything I've been writing here lately. It's all the same things over and over again. I want. I need. I am. Nothing I've never said before. Nothing new whatsoever.
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