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Football games are only entertaining-interesting after a few beers. This is what I learned yesterday. That, and I had forgotten how loud Melynda yells at the television.

It was nice, though, to hang out with friends. I ended up having a long conversation about brain chemistry, anti-depressants, suicide, recreational drug use, habits versus addictions and other things with James and Rachel. Bright green butter indeed. It reinforces my belief that any drug use needs to be a matter of thought, that one really should research and know what the hell all these chemicals are doing. I fell asleep in the bed after they left, because Melynda was already out on the couch. Strange dreams, about Gene and New York.

Somewhere yesterday, I banged my right hand on something, and I can fel the bruise settling under the skin.

grey day

Went to Jack in the Box, something I don't think I've ever done. It's close though, and you're safe with a soda and french fries. I learned Gene has bizarre, latent guilt about taking his drink out of fast food joints. (Ah the wonderful things our parents do to us.) I really shouldn't laugh, all things considered, but it's horribly funny and he doesn't seem to mind. I don't think I've eaten inside a fast food place since we drove to Killeen for his laptop.

I have a long scratch down my right shoulder, and ever since Gene made a smart-ass comment about ants, my skin has been crawling.

satisying moment #5

Sitting on the porch railing, watching a half dozen bluejays bathing in a puddle and playing tag. There are so many birds out here.