I brought home another Welshman. I woke up alone, naked, and unable to remember how I got undressed or how he left. Or his name.

Okay, it sounds bad when I put it that way.

I actually don't think I did anything re: sexual intercourse. That was the first panicky worry I woke up with - freaking out about getting sick. I seriously, seriously cannot remember after a certain point, and that's duly terrifying. But I also think that that "certain point" is where I fell asleep, and I shouldn't really be expected to remember anything after I fall asleep.

2003-03-25, oh sweet jesus

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