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Tom O'Bedlam - Journal

15th July 1999

I'm writing this in the margins of one of those magazines they have in hospital waiting rooms. I'll type it up when I get home. Naomi's asleep. I'm sitting next to her, keeping an eye on her. I'm so angry with her. She can be such an idiot at times. Doesn't she realise that there's no value in needlessly risking her life? Still, watching her sleep, seeing her look so peaceful, it's difficult to stay angry for long.

Lawrence, on the other hand, is a guy I could stay angry with for a lifetime. Lawrence, by the way, is Naomi's boyfriend. Yes, that's right. Well, where's he while the rest of us are taking care of our girl? (I'm being unfair, he has been here a lot, but I want to be unfair. I want him to be cruel and heartless and evil and a Technocracy spy and... and what does that make me?) Naomi gets this light in the corners of her eyes when she talks about him. I don't think she even notices. Her eyes never do that when she talks about me. What's he got that I haven't got? Apart from the obvious.

He makes her happy and I hate him for it. Still, I'll let her think he paid for this room. It's what she'll expect and I wouldn't want to cause any problems between them, wouldn't want Naomi to be unhappy. This despite the fact that she's clearly insane...

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