17 August 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Went to New Pioneer Co-op and picked up the ingredients for David Soll's recipe.

When I arrived at 217 Governor St., Emily was sitting on Ian's lap.

Jeff and I had another protracted conversation in the afternoon, and we looked at a scene he had assembled involving native americans contracting diabetes because of their corn-heavy diet.

Laurie joined us for dinner.  We had homemade pizzas.

I went home and sat very close to the large television in the basement because the remote control was broken.  After about an hour of flipping channels and sitting two feet away from the TV I started to feel a bit deranged.

When I walked back up to my room at two in the morning, a bat flew down the brightly lit hallway, past me and up the stairs.