(diaryland) February 28, 2002 - 9:11 p.m.

I didn't realise the office door was open.

Things were silent. I was alone, playing Freecell. I fucked up, so as one does, I shouted, "POOIES!"

Then some guy poked his head around the corner and said timidly, "Hello?"

He was a representative from a carpet company.

I don't think he liked the whole thing very much.

Neither did I.

We both soundlessly resolved to forget the entire ordeal as soon as possible, but then I wrote about it here and continued to remember it. I fucked up our pact, guy.

Your first naked cave party!