I Must Be Bored
Wednesday, September 24th, 2003
I Must Be Bored
A Dom Entry
So, he took the bait. So to speak. We're actually communicating now. I got a letter in return. And I've read it all too many times.
His handwriting is rather cute, you know. Like a mix of scribbles and teenage bubble print. I almost wish I weren't typing my letters on a grotty typewriter. My lettering isn't too shabby. It is more personal, anyway.
And that's what I'm aiming for. Personal.
Right.
So, I've written him back. I must have rambled. I can't quite remember. Even though I did read the bloody paper over twenty times before I sealed it in. I had so many thoughts, I'm not sure I got them all down. Hopefully the ones in writing are the important ones. I'd hate to see my few good ideas go to waste.
I've seen him since the letters began. He's trying to badger information out of me. It's simultaneously exciting and confusing. I don't want to lie to him, as I said, but I can't tell him the truth. And all the while he's firing questions at me I can only watch him and enjoy his curiosity about my plot.
No, it's not a plot. It's... something that sounds better than "plot"... though, is basically the same.
I can tell that all of this is going to leave me with one great headache by the end of this week. Mayhaps I shall blow my entire weekend pissing at the bar.
Mmm...yes.
I can't bugger this up. I can't let one thing slip. Just keep on your toes, Dom. You may even surprise yourself.
I shall now list my problems, in afterthought:
Problem 1) Billy doesn't know I'm a bloke. Rather, he knows I'm a bloke. But "secret admirer" hasn't admitted to his "blokehood" just yet. Not sure how Bill will take it.
Problem 2) The informative voice on the radio has announced a possibility of rain for this weekend. It actually hasn't "rained" since I've been here. Drizzle I can take. Rain, I can also take. But my house cannot. I fear for my safety.
Problem 3) Where does typewriter ink come from?
Problem 4) Billy is going to drive me insane.
Sigh. Smalltown life.
I'm afraid I'm getting used to it.
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