A New Sort of Thing
Saturday, October 11th, 2003
A New Sort of Thing
A Dom Entry
It's late - or should I say early? - and I have to get to bed. But I had to get down a word or two about my current situation.
Apparently, my house's collapse wasn't a total disaster. As I said I would, I rode over to Billy's for help. You know, just a little bit of help. What I got was a whole dry set of clothing, and a new place to stay for the next couple months; (that is, until I can get my house fixed...if it can be fixed...).
I bloody can't believe that I'm living with Billy Boyd. Granted, I'm camped up in the guest room, but it's all worth it - seeing his groggy morning smiles, wishing him well off to work, coming home from the post office only to have him greet me with a brilliant "hallo, Dom" at the front door, and giving him wishes for sweet dreams every night. He hasn't asked much about the letters yet, though I think I've prepared myself enough in case he does. I can't just keep pushing the subject aside, you know. So, I've decided to tell him a bit about his "mystery someone", if he ever chances to ask. Maybe it'll make these letters a little smoother.
I'm so nervous, though simultaneously I'm enjoying every minute. I never know what will happen now that I'm here. Still, it can't be all bad. After all, Billy's here, too.
He's so adorable.
I can't believe how much I'm torturing myself lately. Being near him so much is like a drug I abuse.
Writing my letters, and delivering them as well, has actually become less difficult now. I simply write them at the office as usual, and deliver them, basically, whenever I need to. You would think that this would have to be a challenge!
I hope I'm not speaking too soon on that.
Billy, Billy, Billy... I've been having the best dreams of my life.
Note to Self:
-Stop thinking of Billy for one second and remember to talk to someone about the house.
-Try to repay Marty for damages.
-Have a fireside with Bill. Yes. Please.
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