All 588 Pages, At This Point

Drove up to Reena's house to eat olives and contemplate the week. She's in court on Monday so things are kind of intense for her. She said very complimentary things about my bipolar diary, which I must have given her at some point in the last years. Compared it to Doris Lessing, which is quite nice, particularly the part where I was in the hospital. She agreed that I had cut too much the last time.

Maybe I can get a lot of it done these two weeks, or possibly over the summer if I have any more free time outside of class and work.

I've been asked out on a date. Shall I go?

Comments

[e]

do you want to?

[Shan]

Glad you have Reena to remind you that you are a damn fine writer.

[Barak]

Do you like him (her)?

[Jo]

Of course I don't know him that well, but we've been corresponding for a while and yeah, he's pretty nice. He's over-chivalrous but I put that down to getting to know you kind of stuff.