Friday, July 26, 2002
Finally got another email from B—. I wish he'd write more often, but at least all my worst fears have gone. It doesn't sound from what he wrote that I've anything to worry about where Stephanie is concerned. I really hope this trick he's playing on Sean's mother works, because it would be so great to be able to relax, go out together, be normal.
This evening I would have loved him to be with me at Olga's. The usual crowd was there, plus Polly and Molly. Even Olga was in a great mood and stuck around till about ten. We hung out till midnight, though this time I was sensible as far as my alcohol intake was concerned. That reminds me, Dave told us this hilarious story about a false friend. A gay guy he knows who's francophone once told him that he had been having sex all night. The next morning his partner wanted some more, so Dave's friend told him that he couldn't because his penis was too sensible!
When I got home I was starving. I keep forgetting to eat more than usual. Ate three-quarters of a packet of lemon cookies while writing this. I suspect that I actually spent more time eating than writing!
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