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Tuesday, Dec. 14, 2004 - 10:43 p.m. My Secret Love I'm having a very private, long-term and loving relationship, despite appearances to the contrary. He doesn't have a name; I'm his first relationship; he's still young and therefore very, very firm. He cuddles me all night long and is always waiting for me when I get home. And yet, somehow I always keep him waiting. He is my bed. I run on a 24 hour cycle: every morning I vow unswerving devotion to him and every evening I toy with his emotions, flirting with Diaryland and Teachers and the duvet on my sofa, when he and I both know that we belong together. You see, I even waste my time writing this crap. Tomorrow I have to get up at SIX AM to go to gosh-darned Reading, of all places. Pfrt. one before - one after