Wednesday, February 26, 2003
at 11:00 AMWo Bist Herr Powell?
Mr. Powell has yet to show up to take Katherine and me. We've both been sitting in his room for quite some time. My eyeballs hurt. Katherine's look shot, as though she did not sleep. I shan't inquire as to her nocturnal habits, however, because she will never stop talking to me otherwise.
Alan walked into the room. He's a dandy boy. Alan walked out of the room.
