Today is Monday,
the day I hate.
It means another 5 days
until the weekend,
too long for me to anticipate.

Brother told me, once on friday,
once on saturday
the he'd be gone
come sunday.
Said he had to go away
but only for 3 days.

Corny'd watch over me,
he swore.
So I was up at 2 yesterday morning,
pacing around and around and around my room.

I had a pretty slamming day today. I was very buoyant and saw a bunch of guys my age who I knooooow were gay, but aren't out and were all girl-palled up. I sort of want to type more but I'm somehow paranoid, and wishing one of those guys would be on here, since I so wanted to get some networking going on, rather than just seeing them and then, never again.