November 8, 2003

  • I've been laying low with a fuckin' killer headache, probably from all the ash still adrift.   Hoping to feel better for dinner out with the gang later.   They're planning to drive up to ________'s Steak House at the edge of the woods and survey the damage.   Donna also asked if I'd come along with her and check on Katie, who got really depressed over her parents or her boyfriend or having an abortion or something and checked into a fancy hotel to vege out.   Her room sounds like a scene from Wild At Heart.   I much as I care, I dunno if I can bare the smell of stale puke in my condition.  Maybe tomorrow.