Nervous
II've not spoken to Linna this morning. About being nineteen again. Turn up at this guy's flat with Linna and Stefan. Linna disappears with our host, who (as far as I know) she has never met before. Stefan and I wind up lying on our host's bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark, talking about nothing in particular. I think I may even have left mid-sentence.
18 December, 2000
