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Tonight I had my last beer with Gene. (For the present at least) Well, I drank cider and he cycled through lots of beers, including and Imperial Pilsner that almost tasted of strawberries. I'm not sure how I feel yet, other than tired and jangled. I'll probably cry later.

This moving on, changing aspect of getting older has forced my life into more and more surreal contortions. Mostly I don't want to think about it.

Oh god I'm tired. The Draught House has food now, but their oven broke so we never got to eat nachos. I picked up fast food on the way home.