Monday, April 14, 2003 :::
 

There is a man. He visits me every night. Not in person. He visits my empire, the maze of webpages that I have created. I do not know his reason, although I have *known* him for almost 4 years. I write. He reads. He is always mute. I am a chattering musicbox.
When he doesn't visit me I am sad. I hold my breath until he comes again.

::: posted by bite me, kick me, make me scream at 10:31 AM