(11pm) Samantha called, and we ended up down at the Paw. (She sprang for a pitcher, I did some serious girl watching, bs'd with a bunch of folk I haven't seen in awhile, and danced a bit.) (Nice evening.)
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(8am) I woke up in the middle of the nite with a nitemare. (Samantha and I were on our way to Carrie's funeral. (How f'ing depressing.)) (The joys of running out of pot.)
(11am) As the courthouse turns: I was bs'ing today with some of the other single people at work, and the general consensus is that everyone is giving up sex. (Everyone is just too uptight about the health risks involved with it anymore.) (Tis sad that one of life's pleasures is being taken away from us.)
Back to poetry corner: