June 7th, 2002

Roman

Friday

No headache today. I woke up thinking of Dwain, thinking of too many memories, thinking the deepest loss is of my best friend.
Roman

a start

Got the bra & panties. But I couldn't find anything else that looked good. I am headed for Mervyn's after I leave here. I had thought I'd squeeze in a workout but that's out the window. Time is really tight.
Roman

time to jam...

and I'm almost ready. There are clothes, old and new, spread all over my bed. There are tags torn and left on tables and chairs. But I'm dressed and almost ready to go. I am going to fluff up my hair a bit and call it good. Remind myself this is for me me me and nobody else. I am dressing to please me.