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Time Passages.
So much venom - all
gone now. I am sitting in front of my computer rethinking everything. That man
who wrote the previous couple of pages could not have possibly been me. I have
to admit that it is all fairly well written and that under certain
circumstances, I could have become that bitter, cranky, half-crazed human
animal. I am of half a mind to destroy the shameful document, but think it might
be better to keep it as a sort of cautionary tale to myself. I have known you
for two weeks and for two weeks I have been as nervous as a school boy in love
for the first time.
Chris Isaak is wailing his love from my CD player and I
share his sentiments exactly, when he sings of "Two Hearts." For two weeks, my
days felt incomplete until I got to see or talk to you. When you were talking
about living together, I was thinking: What the Hell are we waiting for? Every
moment we spend apart is lost and useless. When the train carrying me to meet
you was crawling, I could only wish to fly and bugger the cliches. Work could not be any further from my mind. Annual processing is
something that happens every year, and I am sure we will enter fiscal 1998
sooner or later.
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