I’m never going to wake up tomorrow

I’m just feeling too nostalgic and concerned to get to bed, though.

I’m just thinking of how great it would be if I could just bring people over whenever I wanted without embarrassment. Especially Amy. The way it’ll have to play out with her is just how I explained earlier, with calculated and perfect timing. &*%# gone, Amy here, and vice versa. And any time &*%#’s here, me and Amy go to a movie or to eat, or her house, or anywhere else. And when she IS here, always up to my room, where we’ll be secluded from this fucked up place.

But more current is Friday. I want to see what she’s up to on Friday, and maybe she can go see Gladiator with Curtis and Sharon. Or if not, then Saturday I’ll see if she wants to do something. Just go “out”. Anywhere. To have fun. Let her give me a try, and if she doesn’t like me, then fine. I’ll end it right then and there.

And maybe I’ll see if Christina’s available.