Entry 19
I worked myself into an official tizzy while waiting for Diego to come in to check on Nixie. I paced, sat down and tried to look casual, decided I was trying too hard to look relaxed, pretended to write in here, tapped my pen against my lower lip, read some magazine articles to Nixie, stared off into space, ate a bag of Pirate’s Booty, and paced some more.
The awkward, nervous feeling that is churning in my belly almost makes me wish that I hadn’t had s*x with Diego. Almost. But every time I remember how tender and then how passionate he was, I can’t bring myself to truly regret it.
Time seemed to slow to an absolute crawl. I would look at the clock display on my phone thinking that forty-five minutes must have passed since my last check, only to find that it had been eight. My
