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Dinner: New York strip steak, rare just the right way. Baked potato. Ceasar salad with anchovies. Key lime pie and five nut brownie. Gin and tonic. There are many reasons why I only eat this way once every few months. It's good though, I think. It's something to relish. I can safely say that was the tastiest steak of my life.

I managed to drag Gene back to Metro for two card games. Later N/A managed to make Melynda furious, and I wanted to throttle him being a bastard. I do not understand these creatures that we become so fond of. They're maddening, inscrutable, obtuse. Often rather charming too.

Making cherry pie. I can't wait til we move into out new place.

arbor

The world is truly going to hell. I'm glad I wasn't home last night to see the horror that was 'Celebrity Boxing.'

Otesanek is playing this weekend at Dobie. I must see if Gene wants to go Saturday night, or on Sunday. I also want to go one last time to the Arbor before it closes. I might cry. That theater is central to my love of movies, and so many experiences. Tracy's sister Megan worked there, and would let us in for free. We saw Jack the Bear and JFK there. I saw Star Wars on the big screen at the Arbor, and we waited in line beside Harry Knowles and a guy dressed in a fantastic Boba Fett costume. I walked in on people having sex on the bathroom counter upstairs. The ceiling has puffy clouds and stars. Michael and I saw The Maltese Falcon there, right before we broke up. I went to a movie alone for the first time, to see Fargo at the Arbor. Damn it, I can't believe they're taking it away.

Gene

Otesanek je v 11:30am, 2:10pm, 4:45pm, 7:20pm & 10pm v sobotu a ve nedeli.

Ja budu pracovat v sobotu, 10-6. Co jsi myslis? Jedeme?

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After a minor car accident, some bread and yet more pie, I'm okay.

All I did was back into my coworker's car. The impact startled me. No damage, but I felt like a total bastard when I came back in to tell him. My head hurts a bit now, probably more from the stress than the impact. I must have some seriously poor depth perception.

Went to the grocery store for a few little things. Wanted bread and butter, but was not satisfied somehow. Sigh. I'm eating cherry pie again. I'm always hungry after work. IT takes so much effort to be calm.

Suzanne, George and Wilhemina dropped by and kept me company while I shelved a cart of cook books. Suzanne brought ceiling tile signed by Steven. I want to hang it up somewhere.