Another perfect day...

As I'm writing, Lo is talking about me in the other room. I'm not sure exactly what's being said, but I heard my name distinctly. Something along the lines of “what's Kevin going to do...” but I have no idea what the conversation is about. I've pretty well consigned myself to this fate. Since I returned from New York, it's almost been me against them. Bert has been picking at me since Sunday. Lo acts like a puffed up toad. Things are cool with Sherry. The only one who really seems to be glad that I'm back is Lucille. Well, that's something.

I haven't been off the phone long. I was talking to Faith. I had to call her on their phone because mine has been disconnected again. I ran up a bill of over $500 and haven't had the money to pay it. Faith has offered to let me borrow it, but I'm wary of that. Not that I don't trust her. It's just a little uncomfortable. I have deep feelings for her, feelings which grow day by day, and I would give just about anything just to meet her face to face, to get to hold her and look into her eyes, and possibly to see just what is really there. This lust made physical.

I wonder where all this will lead.

As she said one night, “we'll know what we want to do....” by the time we're on our way back from St. Augustine. I suppose I have a bit of difficulty believing that love could blossom so easily and quickly, and especially between two that met on a computer. I try not to doubt her, but then I doubt myself, so it's really very hard.

All things will come to pass, I suppose. As they were intended. I wish I knew where Justice was. I could use her counsel.