It was five in the evening, I was in my room at university, and I was talking to a woman in her twenties over the Internet. My boyfriend Bryn came in, and watched us type. She wrote, “I’m about to eat dinner; do you want to listen?”
“Why would we want to listen to her eating?” Bryn asked.
I knew; Elphaba (the keeper of an online journal I read regularly) had invited eight people – two older male journallers, two older female ones, two younger male ones and two younger female ones – to stay at her house for a few days, and I was talking to one of the older female ones. I had been invited as one of the younger female ones. I’d ignored the invitation, and now I felt guilty for it. Oh well, I wouldn’t have been able to go due to exams anyway, I thought.
