Dim sum at Lychee Garden.
Then I dragged Otto out to
finally shop for some new clothes.
Picked up jeans, t-shirt, underwear,
shoes, then went dancing, supposedly.
Next-to-the-last-time at Mezzanine.
Arguing with myself during the walk
home. Well, forget that. Rain on
Sunday. Talked with Fred. Hung
out a bit with Yuki. Worked
plenty on the new issue of
the magazine. It’s looking
good, I think. I flew home.
Sleep. No, first Otto recited
various tidbits in study prep
for his Art History midterm.
Then sleep. Then, here it is,
Monday. I’m writing some-
thing so ugly that it includes
“war in Yugoslavia.” My
new guilty pleasure is
reading poetry
by James Tate.
