Okay. I didn't tell him.
So I chickened out. So what? I mean, I'm not any worse off.
I don't think.
No I can't be.
Am I?
No.
NO.
Yes, I am, aren't I?
I didn't tell him.
I worked up the courage.
I was alone with him.
I may have been drunk.
AKA, perfect time to blurt out my feelings.
Right?
I guess I don't blurt.
Except yesterday, when I blurted to Harry…
No. Totally different.
I don't like Harry.
I don't like Harry.
Do I?
No.
I haven't had anything for Harry since first year.
Right?
Yes.
Stop looking at me!
It's midnight and I'm tired and…
Am I babbling?
I think I'm babbling.
I'm going to sleep.
XXX
Yaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
He said hello! He said hello!
Yaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!
XXX
Okay.
List of events.
9:15, I get out of bed.
9:16, I begin dressing.
9:45, I am standing in line for the bathroom.
9:50, he comes out of the bathroom and smiles.
Sigghhhhhh.