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Watched about half of Record of the Lodoss War with Micah and Matt. We ate a lovely meal of pasta, bread and brie with a nice red wine. Felt slightly old and evil when I realized I was the only one old enough to buy the alcohol.

To Metro, cards with Terra and much silliness. I'm very bad at cheating at cards it seems. On the way home I said something that put Micah into hysterics. "That trashbag has been on the side of the raod for a week, I hope it's not a boy." Well, yes.

10:51AM I can't type at four in the morning. Time for lunch with Dad.

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My father seems to like my tattoo. We ate lunch at Trudy's, nachos and grilled chicken and vanilla ice cream. I hope I can see my father more often. We talked a lot today, about the divorce, the years before. It was difficult.

He did tell me of a romantic story about my grandfather. My father was seventeen, hanging out in a pool hall when some other fellow called him a son of a bitch. My grandfather happened to be there. He grabbed this kid by the throat, lifted him off the ground and drove him into a wall. He shouted, "Go ahead and say what you want about my son, but don't you ever say anything about my wife." My grandparents had a relationship more volatile and passionate than I had realized.

We talked of the early years, my childhood. My father cried a little, which is a rare thing. He told me how I was such a quiet and smiling child, how I never cried, how my parents woke me in the middle of the night time and time again because I was so quiet they feared I might stop breathing. I t made me happy to know my recollections are not just the tinted memories of a child. It was real. There is hope.