(Noon) Quiet morning of music. (Nice!)
(3pm) Laundry is done again. (Yeah!)
(4pm) Nice walk!
(7pm) I am into the JD again and I am catching a nice buzz.
(10pm) I drank a lot, but I can’t really tell. (Why is it that sometimes alcohol doesn’t have any impact?) (Oh well, I need to stay in practice for when I go back to the bars.)
(11pm) Tiredness!
Tis hard getting psyched up to stay awake so I can be alone.
Not much on tv again tonite.
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(9am) Tis Sunday already. (Sad!)
(Noon) I called Sharon and told her tapes were done. (She sure rattles on!)
(1pm) I finally went through the cable guide and picked movies for December. (Not much.)
(2pm) Erica stopped by for a bit. (Neat!)
(3pm) Erica stopped in again to play some Yahtzee and bs. (Neat!)
It sounds like she is having fun! (Good for her!)
I walked up to the Exxon station for some mixer. (Brr!)
(5pm) I just can’t get comfortable about going to other people’s homes or calling anyone, without being invited to do so. (I have become obsessed with not bothering others.) (Sharon gave me shit about not calling. (I could only do it because she had told me to call when the tapes were ready.))
(9pm) "Barfly" was good! (It reminded me of some times in my past!)
I was reading in "Mother Earth News" that land west of here over by Plains is cheap. (There is a part of me that would love to buy some land, do some farming, and become even more of a hermit. (Tis tempting to start running and never turn back.)) (If fear is a manifestation of evil, choosing any other course but to stand, is to let evil win.)
Despite all the whisky the last four days, I never managed to get drunk. (Oh well, I didn’t get a hangover either.)