2006 March 10

Breakfast began harmlessly enough
Salt bagel with cream cheese
Banana
Orange juice

Lunch wasn't exactly inspired but seemed largely innocuous (sp?)
Balance Yogurt Honey Peanut
Kettle Chips Spicy Thai
Nantuckt Nectars Pomegranate Pear - "'Valentine' was the name of the Nantucket Fire Department's first dalmatian"
Some chocolate pizza - a circular milk chocolate bark with some nuts and dried fruits served in a pizza box

Dinner was not too large
5 Country Recipes
Applesauce
Pork and green onion dumplings

Fun roof party - maybe this is where my troubles started?
Several sips of Jagermeister
Several sips of 99 Oranges
4 Pabsts, various sizes
Cup of red wine
Bud Light

Here we find a lapse in recording. Please assume that a few more beers were consumed in the spaces between my attention.

1 1/2 Guinness

After trysting briefly and frustratingly with a young woman whose conventional beauty I am unable to vouch for, I return to my apartment building, and decide that rather than going to my home, I would visit a party in the basement of my building filled entirely with strangers. Recording resumed, although this recording displayed a failure of my recent program towards an improvement in penmanship. It also displayed an increased fondness for the use of the exclamation point to punctuate the names of beers.

Miller Lite - ("!")
1 Coors Lite - ("!")

I fear to have made a poor decision in mixing different types of alcohols. The young woman whom I treated needlessly cruelly in describing above, it should be noted, had outstanding breasts. I mean, awesome. The cocaine party I crashed in my basement was very nice. I failed completely to meet any of my hosts in my time there. I did, though, meet a gentleman in a very nice pope costume, and his friend who dressed as a rabbi. An Argentine hombre whom I met seemed very uninterested in hearing all of the interesting things I have learned about Argentina recently. I also spent several minutes contemplating the spectacle of an unhappy portly man in a business suit doing line after line of cocaine off of a dinner plate, which did not at the time but does now remind me of the evening I met a pretty young woman, watched her cut lines on her kitchen counter with a white rubber spatula, and decided to sort of fall in love with her anyway. My day today was consumed with sleep and physical discomfort despite plans to go for a nice walk and read my book.