In which I tell you about my plans.

Last night I went uptown at nine to see HP5, but ran into Dreamer and got drunk with her instead. Woke up hung over. Today for lunch I had Mexican food, and now I have heartburn.

It’s five of five. I shall shortly walk out of here and go next door and probably not get any good news about the jeep because he’d have called by now if there was any.

Tonight I’m going out for a couple of drinks with Baby Girl. Apparently Wolfgang has started a ‘night club’ in the old train depot building on 4th street by the tracks, and I want to go to watch the perverts ogle the 14-year-olds. We’ll make an early night of it, though, because we’re going boating with Jamie again tomorrow. (Plus there’s no booze, and we’re entirely the wrong age to play – being neither 50 nor 14 – so it won’t be fun for long.)

Please note that Bowling Jesus will be selling veggies in the yard again tonight so if you’re local, come on over!