24 May 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Rainy.  Dropped off laundry.  Moved my truck in a bizarre 8 a.m. ritual involving the street cleaning rules in my new neighborhood.  (I was roused to move my truck by a dream in which my truck was flattened like a pancake into a pair of used blue jeans.)

Walked over to Cowgirl, had a tasty glass of bourbon.  Talked to the editors; it wasn't as awkward as I thought, although Eric asked me if I could score him some shrooms and commented that I Seemed Like An Interesting Guy.

For no particular reason, Gwinny called me while walking her dogs.  Our conversation ended when her boyfriend picked her up on his motorcycle.