Wednesday, August 10, 2005
He came in. For that 45 minutes or so, I felt so secure, so safe, so carefree. He came down. Picking my favourite position, I sat down too. I waited by the bed as he started his work & brought out his tools, I was amazed by the speed as he run through his works like ever so familiarly. I kept silent as he worked, not wanting to disturb his concentration. This involves life & death. And my happiness too.
Finally, he spoke. "It's hard for me to say what's happening exactly. But....I hope you can understand, there's nothing I can do right now. You just gotta keep observing. It may be this, it may be that. I dunno what's affecting your performance but, your reaction's just slow."
We conversed for about 10 minutes or so & he packed his tools. As I led him out of the room, he asked me to call him again if anything crops up. He turned away & left. I was left wondering if my damn computer is fixed anot.
// she's beautifully chaotic at 11:30 AM >> 