pirra

the boy is but a hour and some away and part of me thinks this has been built up just a little to much for it to be as fun as i had imagined. besides, how are we to stride down these streets, sharing cigarrettes and laughter if its to cold for me to want to leave this room ? i am nervous, i hate being nervous. . . . which is why i tend to avoid situations such as this. if all else fails we can sit at my table with some wine and drink until we don't notice the cold.