2002-06-10 || 10:34 p.m.

|| remember when alf was on mondays? ||

i just had a lovely mid-evening visitor. miss elka showed up at my doorstep with tanned arms and flip flops. we walked to the bar and drew up mini-timelines to catch up: her crazy job and lovely teeny apartment with the sunny hiding spot out the kitchen window and my house-seeking boy-crushing stressy ball of yarn. (item! landlady called to say there was a group of girls ahead of us, dern, but if they don't call by this evening, the big yella lovepad will be ours ours ours. i will know tomorrow. i will jump on my desk and do a housefinding jig or cry and cry.) we sat on the patio and talked and talked. and smoked and smoked. and sipped away at our respective diet coke and rum and coke.

the flowers are making lovely smells on san pablo avenue. this is a sign of goodness.

and now i am trying not to indulge the stress ball of yarn. i will keep writing my sissy her letter and i will get to sleep at a very mum-approved conservative hour and i will be visited by nice kissing dreams, not horrid vacated apartment dreams.

promise? okay.

okay.

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