|6.45 am, Sunday 7th September, 2003 (UTC)
It's odd. It's not a bad thing being here. In fact it is probably good for me. I have found it very hard to relax recently, so I walk through the door with a only24hoursbeforeileavesomuchshittodoohmygod kind of attitude. Thank-you. Comforting words most appreciated.
And you're not a bitch. Well, only in the way that I like it...
And I wasn't complaining about your... rudeness. Far from it.
He gazes into the distance, smiles, then shakes head and returns to typing.