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I feel old.

I can't drink like I used to when it comes to beer. Hence, I don't feel all that good this morning despite having only three.

We had a fabulous party last night at Elisa's place, a sort of good bye for Gene as he is moving in a week and a half. It goes to show that even with almost no planning, we throw great parties. There was a lot of beer, lots of snacks, colored lights, Family Guy episodes projected on a wall, Depeche Mode and German surf rock on the stereo.

I left a little earlier than I wanted to and I felt bad about that. But Alan was taking shots every time he won or lost at 42 it seemed, and I needed to get him home before he fell asleep there.

So many things for the last time - our last party at Sam's place where all our parties were, our last party with Melynda still living here, our last party with Gene, people moving all the time. It's getting harder and harder each time.

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Nice afternoon, lots of caffiene and nicotine and card playing. Is there a deity that looks out for card players? Because I think we need to invoke that one instead of Jesus in our games. I keep telling Melynda that God has nothing to do with our card games.

I'm tired, so very tired.