7:51 Monday Evening   We're getting Worse He was late, but he had a good excuse. Too bad it wasn't exciting in the least. It could have been though. Maybe on his jog over, a woman's baby got kidnapped and he ran down the kidnapper and beat him up and took the baby unscathed back to the mother; and he didn't want me to worry, so he told me he set his clock wrong. Most people get better at things as they practice. We get worse. We had this sweet as spectacular sand castle the first time we built one; and i had forgotten my camera. The second one we built was worse, it wasn't as detailed and it was more hastily taken care of. This time, at the beach, we mounded up some dry sand and stuck a bit of dry seaweed at the top and called it a castle. We've forgotten to make daisy chains again. You know we've been together every monday since we started going out. Today we gave each other massages, made porridge, ate cereal, worked on a hard-as jigsaw, and ate tea. We did a lot of eating. And a lot of sitting around. We got in a "fight." I ..... messed up. "You don't like me!" he said. Here's where I messed up. "That's not true. I love Yyyyyyyyy........." thinking "...oh man. I suck." "Yyyy........being with you! I don't Not like you." holy crap.