Robservations #1010
I guess this tunnell is why I usually think of Cyrus's place as being on the estate but it can't be can it?
Magnus, I'm so sorry to hear about your troubles. I wish there were something I could do to help you.
I'm in neurological hell and am humiliated by the fact that I have to mention it, but it's impossible to keep it in. I'm begging whoever aloud just to let me sleep and if I can't it's not only hell for me, but I can't go out and do work I have to do to hold onto my shelter. I can't talk on the phone to anyone who's supposed to be helping and make any sense. The eye pressure is horrific. I'd give everything for at least five hours of sleep right now. No matter who says they'll help it's always me dealing with it all here in this apt. alone and it's destroying me. I'll shut up now.
(#987) My experiment, scoffs Cyrus, heavens, no, have you ever heard such a long list of abstractions in all your life?--mankind, good, evil, darling--I'm a scientist,
(#993) Cyrus eagerly takes the box from the cabinet in which he put it, but returns it hastily when Sabrina comes down with the coffee. Thank you, darling, he says.
(#995) I hoped you would ask me to come, Cyrus, says Sabrina shyly. It will be so dull, darling! he says.
(#998) Both are stunned to see Cyrus walking downstairs. Hello, darling, he greets Sabrina,
Why didn't Buffie do what Yeager wanted.