Consider this, consider this.

I think I about hit it today. I had about 800-900, and ate some crap after that, but I don't think it was catastrophic. Let's say around 1300. Good.

I keep thinking of her, Lady of the House.

She of the bovine asked me how my romantics were going, but I can't tell her. I can't say, oh, well, I happen to have fallen for a woman more than three decades my senior, but I know nothing will ever happen, so I just fantasise. I can't say, I also like two girls my own age. I can't even say, for a time, dear, I thought you were the most beautiful creature. She's never loved anyone. She writes about transport and crashes a lot. I sound crazy. So I just say nothing is happening, which is accurate, but for it to be completely truthful I would have to add except inside my head. I don't think romance counts if it's all one sided. All of this is coming from me, and not from anyone else, and if I thought otherwise I'd be a stalker... I'm fully aware these are fruitless imaginings. But oh, what imaginings they are.