4 41 pm pdt [ with sexchart interruption ]
She walked into the kitchen and opened the freezer.
As the cold air flooded out and tumbled across her skin, she rearranged
some contents, poked around, closed the door, and walked away empty
handed.
She had a lovely late-night conversation on LambdaMOO the night before with a programmer in Orange County.
Their talk was once cut short by a rowdy group of people discussing the
latest sexchart,
which is a text file delimiting sexual interactions between some unknown
group of computer users. She would only have been interested if real
names had been listed, and there was no idication that the chart wasn't
simply concerned with cybersex.
She cut short the conversation when she realized she
could barely keep her eyes open; the realization hit her like a train.
She picked at some food before settling in bed with her book. But she
turned out to be too tired to read...
When she awoke this morning, she made a bit of vatamin
D and showered before heading to her mom's house. On an exploration in
the basement, she discovered her father's BAR certificate to practice law
in New Jersey and her parents' 1978 income tax statement. She was less
than one then... She cannot explain her attraction to relics of her
parents marriage, but she also can't deny it.
[This entry was written in the third person as a collab entry.]
