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Even a Fool, When He Holdeth His Peace, is Counted Wise
May 23, 2004, 8:29 p.m. I am not the wisest of people, but I do consider myself pretty sensible. However, I don’t know if last night I made the best decision. The Elf-boy was online, and he asked if we could speak on the phone, cause he “needed to hear a human voice”. So I said yes, and we talked for a few hours. And it was good to talk to him – it’s been ages since I’ve had a good long conversation like that – but I get the feeling I shouldn’t have done it. It just makes me lonely. So very lonely. It reminds me so much of what we used to do when we were going out, and I miss that. Not really him, I think I’m okay with him, but I want someone, anyone. Then I had a good dream about Elf-boy Mk II, which ultimately turned bad, and that was unsettling. So yeah. But I did find out something about Elf-boy that made me laugh more than I ever expected to laugh at him. And usually I don’t know where the line is between Things You Can Tell and Things You Can’t Tell, but this time I do, so . . . sorry : )
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