Friday, November 19, 2004
Sunday's going to be quite an interesting day. Switching swopping in each other's places comparing one-ups and downs and what if all came to naught. Just what if? I think I lose track - veer off the axis onto obscure pavements and who's to say that it isn't as well-trodden, as so many walkways beneath my footsteps have testified before. The jury's out and my advocate may yet win. My story time and again. How utterly.. ridiculous.
And it is 12.05am and perhaps I should be restfully tucked in bed but I live for the moment and absorbed in its multitude of nuances I re-live again.

