14 May 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

So, yesterday morning and this morning I noticed that I had broken out in a rash.  What am I, Job?  If so, God should realize that I gave up on him years ago.  Satan, take me home.

Rode the 2000 Coach.  It was hot in D.C.'s Chinatown.  Saw my grandmother, who cooed at me like a child.  Walked down to the Charthouse with the mom & pop, then went to Cedar Oaks, where there was a wedding, then ended up at Tim's Rivershore.  Good fried crab cakes.

Listened to my mom needle my dad the entire time.  Some things are timeless: the setting of the sun, the disappointment of love, my mom's backseat driving.

Knocked off early.