Today is my anniversary with K. Our first. We met, one year ago, today. Well, we'd met before, but we did this whole wonderful...
We met on acid, and wound up at the graveyard off Fraser, where I used to go on acid when I was a younger man, and usually alone. And we watched the stars come out and come on, we saw the city's lights all come up as we came down.
It was pretty fucking magical. And it's been magical ever since.
Anyway. I need to get her a gift, or ask her to marry me, or something. Dunno. Dunno how today will go. Well, I should hope.