So I’m with S and I’m playing around on my phone, listening to music, not really paying attention and we’re sort of talking about me moving to here there and everywhere and she says, “How good is your German?” and absent mindedly I say, in German, “Eh, it’s not bad, could be better, you know” and we look at each other. “Where the fuck did that come from?” “No idea”.

I thought the hypomania had passed, it hasn’t. 04:26, sun coming up, not even remotely tired, well maybe a little. I miss S already. S’s nipples won’t miss me for at least a week. The La Nuit de L’Homme went down well. I quote: “Mmmm. Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm! What’s that?” while burying her face in my neck.

Want tea.







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