Saunas and hot tubs are fun. Apartment banishments are not. One day, I will have my own place in Berkeley.

It's been a long morning/afternoon/evening. Jeremy gave me his trucker hat. It keeps me going (through bad hair days.)

Tomorrow I hit up campus. Sunday Sproul time. It's been awhile. I hope to see you around soon. We should hang out. Get something to drink. Laugh. Share a plesant silence or two. And watch people walk on by.

Now I need to shower. Must wash away stink of chlorine (thanks Jerry for helping me spell that.)

(I've had the same dream two nights in a row. I don't think I'll blog about it though. This isn't a dream journal.)