Dakota

Thank friggin' gods that I am getting out of this house.
Joyce is off in Miami at the moment... She's Colombia-import on Friday... While it's not a shock that I'm home alone (Wednesdays particularly; Joyce rarely got home before 9) it still seems like I'm home alone.
In any event, I won't be for much longer; I expect Genevieve in less than two hours, which means some getting on of clothes is in need. After all, while it's fine and dandy to hang around one's house in skivvies, I think Montclair Police might object.
Funny, that.

Talked to Linz again today... about Barnes and Noble, The Bourne Identity, and underage monkey porn... What can I say, we're original at least.

Home tomorrow after noon - if you feel you can't get through the night without telling me you desperately love me, leave me a message. It'll make me feel all good and stuff.