(diaryland) July 23, 2002 - 8:20 p.m.

I kind of wish I'd left my CD player here at my parents' house so I could listen to songs by people with their eyes squashed shut with the player in my little pocket and the focus off my big stockinged feet on their walk home.

BUT, NO! I have to write a very long sentence instead.

We will grab the best person we can.