texts: But I don't want you to leave. Please stay. We can go to dinner. I owe you a dinner. And tonight... we can... really make love. </s> <s> I have to go, Julian. </s> <s> Why? Why do you have to go?
labels: My thumbs hurt. I've made a mistake. I've been negligent. I haven't exercised. I have to hitchhike a little bit every day, no matter what. It's like a musician practicing his scales. When I don't practice, my timing gets off, my thumbs get stiff and sore.