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Jun. 2nd, 2005 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
3pipeproblemLate Hug Your WiP Day (today)
Just watch me dig through my HD...
Note: In flagrant violation of company protocol, Mr. Judd declined to submit an official account of the happenings in Boston from May 13-20. The following is a transcript of Mr. Judd’s unofficial thoughts as recorded at the time via a handheld tape recorder. This report has also been edited by [Editor’s note: Please, call me Harlan.] himself.
“Alan,” Victoria says one day as he leans against the left frame of the double doors to her room and wonders why she’s still in her clothes, “this needs to stop.”
He laughs, eyes skimming over her form, yet another fixture of the house’s surreal landscape. “You say that every day.”
“I mean it this time.”
“Yeah, you say that, too.” He’s most confident when he has no right to be, each word a lazy, careless act of defiance mitigated only by his sudden inability to sustain a direct gaze, the hint of a private smile.
I wondered briefly if I'd come at a bad time, but remembered that any time I was in Eugene's office was generally bad.
“Remember that night I told you I loved you?”
“No. Perhaps you should tell me about it.”
It’s about voices tonight.
This is the story that ends in my being hit by a car.
Another Alan first line:
You could be a wonderful person if you were somebody else.
Okay, I'll stop there. There's a lot more stuff lurking, though.
Just watch me dig through my HD...
Note: In flagrant violation of company protocol, Mr. Judd declined to submit an official account of the happenings in Boston from May 13-20. The following is a transcript of Mr. Judd’s unofficial thoughts as recorded at the time via a handheld tape recorder. This report has also been edited by [Editor’s note: Please, call me Harlan.] himself.
“Alan,” Victoria says one day as he leans against the left frame of the double doors to her room and wonders why she’s still in her clothes, “this needs to stop.”
He laughs, eyes skimming over her form, yet another fixture of the house’s surreal landscape. “You say that every day.”
“I mean it this time.”
“Yeah, you say that, too.” He’s most confident when he has no right to be, each word a lazy, careless act of defiance mitigated only by his sudden inability to sustain a direct gaze, the hint of a private smile.
I wondered briefly if I'd come at a bad time, but remembered that any time I was in Eugene's office was generally bad.
“Remember that night I told you I loved you?”
“No. Perhaps you should tell me about it.”
It’s about voices tonight.
This is the story that ends in my being hit by a car.
Another Alan first line:
You could be a wonderful person if you were somebody else.
Okay, I'll stop there. There's a lot more stuff lurking, though.
