12 August 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Today, chicken leftovers for lunch.  I walked by a sorority house where they were conducting a group ritual in the front yard and two latino gardeners in their yard stood 10 feet away from them and watched.

In the evening, I changed clothes and returned to 217 Governor St. to retrieve my cigarettes.  I came and left without saying anything to the people in the kitchen.  As I walked away, the front door to the house opened and framed in the tiny yellow square were Curt and Abby and Amy.  Oh Hi, I Was Just Picking Something Up, I explained.  You're Creepy!  Yelled Abby.  You Creep Me Out!  Okay.  Bye.  I replied with a shrug, and walked away.