Setsuled's Journal

I won't tell you about last night's dream.

Had diner--er, dinner--with Trisa last night. At City Delicatessan where the propriety was bemused by an argument we were having. It was an argument that I'm still confused about, but a good-natured argument at least.

I've been to Submarina to-day. I like sandwiches.

Weather's not as nice to-day as it was yesterday . . .

Had an argument with Cryptess last night, too. I seem to be in a lot of arguments. She felt I ought not to use the word "shall" in my novel. She said the world would not accept it. I say; to hell with the world. Shall's a real and good word and I shall use it!