sailor yoon is here
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
Toronto, 2003.06.13
Mr. Yoon arrived from Halifax. We were set to have the Chako and Josee over, but wound up stopping at a nearby condo building that's just going up. I'd run into Josee earlier in the afternoon, and she'd told me that Sean - a common friend to she (herself?) and Charlie - had just moved into the not-yet-fully-operational condo complex. Since we were passing the place on the way to get groceries, we stopped by.
We wound up having an impromptu housewarming party for Sean, instead. His place was much warmer. It had places to sit. I refrained from drinking (much) on account of the previous weekend's debacle.