11:52 p.m. [2002-08-11]

I felt I had to do this. This is the fourth step of my moral 12-step inventory...the logging of my infactuation. This isn't love.

1. All in high school, the lead singer of Megan Wants Moore. He seemed like a punk. He liked Propagandhi. He knew a guy who I talked to about Mumia-Abu Jamal and the death penalty. He got two flowers care of me through my friend. It will be hard to get over. You know how awkward it was sitting by you? I wonder if he ever knew...why didn't I say anything?

2. The trumpet/violin player in MYCO orchestra. You know, Europe? Card playing Egyptian-rat-screw? You lost? Katie won? Playing poker in the mirrored room. So many concerts. France. Germany. Austria. England. Switzerland. You didn't seem to care. Last time I saw you: Auditioning for the band I quit. You know, the honors band? You stayed. You liked...Kate. How???