8:30pm
The movie just started.
Steve and Aileen dropped me and Alex off on return from the beach. We were told there was to be some fireworks there, but saw no evidence of such when we got there. We took a cool windy walk down the Frankston pier. A lot of people were fishing at the end. I couldn't imagine why they'd want to be murdering fish instead of just sitting there, staring at the water.
Robert's gone again. This time he didn't even tell me he was going. Granted, I was shopping with Angela and Aileen when he left. I hear he's not coming home til tomorrow. I don't wanna say anything else about that.
This family really likes me. I'm making a good impression, I think. This morning they told me that if I find out I don't like it when I "move into the city" in December, that I could come back here and it would be okay. That comforts me somehow.
Heck, this morning they even let me clean the bathroom. That means more to be than one would assume. I make me feel...you know...useful and contributing. It doesn't even bother me that my hands smell like cleaning products.
It was a big cleaning shopping day in preparation for Aileen's big birthday party. There's a lot of planning going into this. Angela's boyfriend, Arron, is staying over tonite and cooking for the party tomorrow. He's a chef, I mean for a living. I think that's pretty cool.
We went to some trendy clothing shops today and I kept thinking "I should buy this for Maggie" until I realized that I had absolutely no clue whether or not she'd wear it.
Robert finally found the password for the internet this afternoon. It was miraculously easy. Anyway, I finally got to talk to my beloved. It's a good thing I caught him today cuz he's going to a french music festival in Regina for the weekend. That will be good for him. And it will be good for us not to talk for a few days. It will prepare us for December. We have been doing a lot of good work between the two of us over that computer. A lot of work on our seperate selves, which can only make us together better. No one really understands that. And Robert says that my diary is too personal. I don't think he's right really, but I have a lot of writing to do in that regard and I'll write it elsewhere.
The movie goes on. 9:08pm
"Hell does not always look like hell. On a good day, it can look a lot like LA." - Playing God
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