#168, June 27, mid-day

I wish I had time to write more about this... but it's been a few hours since it happened now, I just didn't have the opportunity to write it down right after, like I normally do.

So I'll only say this:

• Chatting with S.
• Busy parking lot downtown.
• In the car.

And the reason I'm too busy to say more is that it's now very late, and I'm in bed, chatting with S again, re-enacting the above mentioned incident, filling him in on little details that I didn't have time to tell him when it happened. In short: recycling :-)