Mark sat out in the waiting room of the ER of the nearby hospital. Alone. Not many people were out at the hospital, especially at this hour of the night. That surprised him. He had his and Roger's bags on the chair next to his. The nurses had given him a few towels with which he proceeded to clean himself up with. Those sat in a pile by his feet. ( Read more... )

Oh. I nearly forgot.

My birthday's tomorrow.

I'm not liking this Tom fellow one bit.

I really hope Rodge just comes home.

Mark was tired. It was the early morning, and he hadn't slept in the past day or so. But he couldn't even begin to get comfortable enough to fall sleep in a strange, new place ( Read more... )

I really like the scarf Maureen gave me. It was so thoughtful of her. And it's incredibly special because she made it for me herself... I was thinking that Mom would be the only one who would ever think of doing something like that for me ( Read more... )

Roger's room is empty ( Read more... )

It's rather late. I just got in ( Read more... )

He's gone and run off again. I can't believe him.

I was never really jealous of Joanne. I've never had any ill feelings towards her. I guess being able to vent about Maureen with each other that one time at the performance space cancelled out any horrible things I might've thought/said about her. Who knew tangoing could bring "enemies" together like that? Thanks, Nanette ( Read more... )