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What a day. I ache, from the cold and the damp.

But it was pleasant to sit in Metro, to listen to Ani DiFranco and the Cure, threatening to eviscerate my arch nemesis, playing cards, talking to Clock. We popped by the tail end of Liberal Arts week fastivities to grab some Commnist food. I hassled Craig, who for some reason spent $400 on a chair. I did get an invitation for Gene and I to go to a party tomorrow for Czech folk and there will be fried cheese. Yay Eastern Europe.

The best part of the evening was magically getting a reservation at the last minute on a Friday night for a party of eight in my favorite restaraunt, and getting to spend time talking to Jennifer. She's about as strange as I am, and it's great fun to talk to someone who can crack jokes about calling the crime scene clean up crew in advance of your suicide. Her friends are pretty funny too. One of them called me a gun toting, alcoholic french horn player, which was really funny in that moment. She gave me a kopeck, and now I feel very Chekov.

Clock is my lucky charm for cardplaying. He won't admit it, but it's true.

I should sleep now.

my middle class white guilt

Derek just enlightened me to how bad Austin's crack-cocaine problem truly is, the number of middle-aged tranvestite prostitutes, the presence of evil slum lords and a number of other strange things about that part of town I'm never actually in if I can help it. I do remember Patrick getting us lost over there once, years ago. He's thinking about riding along with the cops every so often from now on, just to keep his reality in check. I mean, once you see a cracked out college girl, seven months pregnant and smoking up while being the communal property of several other crack fiends... I suppose that makes our suburban existence a trifle disconcerting. For god's sake, it's right on the other side of the highway.

I'm just grateful he managed not to get himself shot. I was kind of worried about that.

I have been aware that all sorts of things exist that I don't see, and I have seen some of them. I just don't believe I'm ever going to lose that sense of shock when I do. I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad one.

Luci, Luci, what am I going to do with you?

( No really, it just happened that way. )