It’s 1:05 AM.
I’m playing Mah Jong online while “surfing the Web.” I’m wondering if I should call the guy I’m currently dating, Tad, who is at a club right now, and tell him that I’m awake late, after all. Or maybe I should just stay here awake, all by myself. Either way, it ends up in a secret rendezvous, doesn’t it? (Me with him or me on a date with myself.)
No one knows what I’m doing in the middle of the night… if I’m awake or asleep, alone or right next to someone else, playing Mah Jong or ordering bad amateur paintings from eBay, with makeup or without, clean or dirty, naked or clothed, smiling or crying, lying or telling the absolute truth.
Damn, it’s nice to run my own life. It’s good to be a grownup on a Saturday night.
