August 1, 1997

I guess M. is moving in today.  No more of these quiet mornings, since we have to share the tea pot and all.  Why I wasn’t born into a big family, it would make this sharing thing all the more doable.  Instead it’s gotta be done like this, pecking away the crystallizing sediment.  

I was thinking about staying on here longer, as my visa will allow it, another ninety day segment, on into October.  O how great that would be!  The destruction and chaos!  L. would not be happy.  I would worry too much about C..  And I would have to wait longer to see S., not sure I can do that anyway.  But how terrific it would be, demanding it and doing it.  O boy, how I want to be!  I’m sure I won’t do it.