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[gone_byebye]

I talked with April last night, among other people, and then I went and looked at what I'd written the night before.

Do I always whine that much? You'd think I was a Tattooine farmboy.

Oh, well. Still not entirely happy with the situation, but at least Pete's not on no-belt-no-shoelace-no-large-bodies-of-water watch any more. Haven't seen Naraht since then but the last time I did, she was smiling. So that's good too. So now all I've got left to deal with is a small amount of lingering resentment at what Pete did, but the way he was beating himself up about it, I can't bring myself to really be mad any more. He knows what he did and it's not going to happen again. Which is good, because if it does, I'm going to feed him his own teeth the microsecond he's not female any more.

And, well, Romana. Malcolm kind of raised a possibility last night that made it pretty much impossible to get any sleep. Namely, exclusivity. And the possibility that she doesn't observe it. I have no idea whether that's even part of the Gallifreyan makeup or not- I mean, I hope it is, but- it's not something I thought to ask when we were traveling together, you know? Didn't come up then. Now I have no idea. I gave up on sleeping last night and finished crafting the bracelet I'd started instead, but...

Best I can do is wait and hope, I guess.