Ponge cried when he left. We hugged in the bedroom. I wanted to say, I love you. But I didn't. I have a photo shoot today. Jeremy is not here yet. Is he lost?
I'm sad and nervous. And kind of nauseous. I just smoked a cigarette in the apartment because I don't have a lighter or matches and it occured to me to use the stove and then occurred to me that I don't have to go outside to smoke if I don't want to.
I really want to blast the music, but I don't want to piss off my neighbor.
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J just called and said he's backing out. It kind of blows that he is doing so at the last minute, but I understand.