The days are counting down, I feel like I've hardly gotten anything done, and I'm moping over Fran for some reason. She wouldn't be such a distraction if I wasn't, at some level, wanting to be distracted by something pretty. You know that's where my name comes from, right? A pretty blue rock that I dreamed about once? So what kind of dream is this now?
Not much else to say. I'm going to a show tonight. It always seems that right before I leave is when I'm the most eager to go out to things. A well-timed opportunity. I hope that Fran and I can talk about things honestly the next time we see each other. It's hard to do over words. Am I running from a phantom? That knife looks pretty real.
Been talking to Nel again and she's asked me out to dinner. I don't know yet. I have enough on my plate as it is. what do people eat for dinner anyway?
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