I don't have much of an excuse for not hastening to a dentist for a checkup; my unknown partner-in-crime (aka new co-worker), who's from "all over", is equally impressed with our benefits plan. Now friendly off-duty waittress passes by my seat at Starbucks, inquires who(m) I'm chatting with.
Your boyfriend...
BOD says hibye. Bloody hell, she has to get back to the restaurant and simply stepped out to snag a bubble tea.
Now that we're alone. I've thought awhile about a second, pseudonymous journal. An assortment of day-to-day milestones. Today's lunch break stream-of-consciousness, for example, along with chronicles of pesky doctor's visits and so on and so forth. We'll see how it goes.
