It was, of course, all a misunderstanding. I went over with food and beer. We talked, watched tv. Had a few laughs, marvelled at how life gets stranger as you go on (especially if you work at it a little).
I read a line a while ago about how life is lived forwards but can only be understood backwards. Mine's so chaotic and rococo now that I don't think even that's true any more.
Monday, November 12, 2007
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