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September 28, 2003
Sunday

  1. Woke up at the crack 1:30pm after a night of disturbing dreams.

  2. Spoke with a neighbor who is co-afflicted by the party house next door.

  3. Teeny bit of road rage from a loser who got mad I tooted at him when he decided to sit at a green light. Note that I “tooted.” I did not “honk.”

  4. Quickie lunch at corporate sandwich place.

  5. Coffee at the Double Meat palace and writing! Apparently I scowl when I’m writing. The owner came by and mentioned my look. At the Scream’n Bean, one of the women who owns that particular shop mentioned the same several months back.

  6. Madison called me when I got home, later -- another computer problem and then we talked for a while. Eventually she decided to go to the Scream’n Bean contingent upon me being there.

  7. When I got there though, it was the same weirdness. Brief snippets of conversation and then: to the other side of the room. I followed twice, casually of course, thinking that it was nothing. The third time, I went on my happy way. I would have left without saying goodbye though, chance prevented that.

  8. Jacob (musician from the coffee shop) and I talked for hours about music.

  9. Matthew came up with his boy-toy. We all decided to go to the gym where I’ve now signed up. It’s open 24 hours, fortunately. They paid the $5 guest fee and we had fun cutting up and working up.

  10. Matthew’s house gets tented Monday, so I then helped them clean out the fridge before heading home to bed.

  11. (Today felt like the real first day of Fall!!!)


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