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It all seems to be ok, just take it slowly ( 26 March 2004 - 12:42 a.m. ) Decided to go to the cinema with Cat and Chrissie plus Dan and that lot, who I hardly ever see these days. Walking over to Cat's house, I began noticing many things: the way squirrels dart the whole time, run, stop, sniff, run, stop; a small bird that sat on the fence until I got almost next to it, and then would flit slightly further along, until I got near it again; the gorgeous colour the sky goes at dusk at this time of year; two border collies, one tearing a stick aprt with its teeth, the other watching, as their owner walked on, oblivious; and how really, really gloomy and unreal the Avenue footpath is in the twilight, because ther are no streetlamps at all. All of which was so lovely. And over at Cat's, Chrissie mad lovely stir-fried chicken, and we went to watch the film. I only got slightly panicky once, when I mentally wandered off during the film. But mostly I felt good for a whole night. We came back to Cat's, and I sat with Chrissie and Ronnie on Ronnie's bed, talking weirdness, until Ronnie decided she should have been asleep hours ago, and threw us out. So we went to Cat's room, and me and Chrissie sat together in Cat's chair, talking more weirdness while Cat tried to do stuff. Then Cat drove me home. And although me and Chrissie were virtually sitting on top of each other, curled up in the chair, and talking in a way that could seem rather intimate, it didn't feel weird. I still feel alot for her, but it doesn't matter so much, it's not intruding. For once in my life I appear to be going with it, seeing where it takes me, not trying so hard. And it seems to be a very good thing. Open your windows And roll me in cotton I can see the sun still shines in your eyes | |||||||||