For the record, neither is Simon. He has a mind to go back upstairs. Quietly, he reaches for his own cup of tea, sips it, while staring at the journal. What is he going to write in there? Dear Diary, Today I was lazy and slept until three, if three exists here. Tomorrow I think I will do the same thing.
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Date: 2007-10-14 02:58 pm (UTC)