Oct. 8th, 2003

Men are wierd.

Miles just called and kept me on the phone half an hour spouting on abt nothing (I've never said uh-huh so often in one phone coversation, not even one w/ Amelia), then told me he wasn't looking for a girlfriend. I found him and his situation highly amusing. If I can get him talking, I think he'll be an interesting acquaintance--he's willing to argue the pros of LotR v. Harry, for instance--but he's also one of those edgy people (Which adj. makes sense in my head, but probably nowhere else) who I have a hard time forming real friendships with. Ah, well.

He got Junk working again, which has to count for a lot, in any case. (Yay, Miles!)

This fic is more cutting and pasting than actual typing, but I'm having fun w/ it. I wish Zsenya would hurry up and send the F one back, I want to see if she's worked out the solution to my problem yet.

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