On the way home I treated myself breakfast at 4-B's.
(5am) I watched some strange movie, and now I think tis time to listen to some Grateful Dead.
(6am) The newspaper just arrived.
I suppose I should look for sleep here soon.
(4pm) I slept four hours, and then started typing again. (Such fun.)
(9pm) Quiet evening of typing.
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(10pm) Quiet evening of typing.
Now I am stiff and sore. (Oh well, no big-a-deal.)
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(11pm) Quiet nite of typing and tv.
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(11pm) Quiet nite.
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(10pm) Erica invited me to Flippers, so I went there after work for cheeseburgers and beer. When she got off work we went to Connie's and Corky's. (Nice nite!)
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(3am) I went out to Erica and Henry's with Miranda. (Erica had invited a bunch of people over, cooked fish and spaghetti, and most of us ate some shrooms.) (I didn't eat dinner because I hate to spoil shrooms, and didn't talk much; so I probably pissed Erica off again. Oh well, I had lots of fun, enjoyed listening to the others talk, and the girl watching was great. (I am just not a big talker in large groups, and not in small one’s unless I know the people well.)-(I listen and study eyes, and try to decide whether to trust them.)-(Hell, even when I know someone well I don't talk that much.)-(Is that really so horrible of me?)) (Then we all went to the Rocking Horse and had a few more beers.)
I took myself to 4-B's for breakfast again.
I caught a ride back downtown from the Rocking Horse with Jeremy (Miranda's beau). (Gwynn was riding along with us too, and she was wondering where her beau was. (I told her that one advantage of impotency was that no one wondered where I was at 2am.)) (Jeremy was wondering where Miranda had disappeared to and it occurred to me that another advantage was not worrying about where anyone else is at 2am.)