strange funny

Everything is funny now. Received an email for some of the graduates to meet up at the Trini's place (how ironic) and then make an outing to Hoxton. 5 people on the list. And I was the only girl included. I'm honoured? I'm curious. Time for some provocation. Skipped out of work, just before 18:00 for dinner, and boss 1 asked if I would be in tomorrow. 'Of course!' why the hell wouldn't I? I'm coughing, I'm not dying. He's been acting strangely. Fear does that. I met Raq in Angel, we dined in Gallipoli, a Turkish restaurant. Talked about the future, what we will talk about a few years from now, and how we will have changed, how much our lives will have diverged. But I bet even then, she'll still have that ability to penetrate my thoughts and literally stand inside me. And an epiphany, as I regale her with my fascination for work meetings - observing how people talk around questions, make stupid jokes and then laugh at them with that guffaw only men of power can do, how upper management has this persona/presence, how the bravado comes out only to slink away when the meeting ends - she doubles over, and says something. It was the perfect title...