In the morning I was at the Bakery chatting with Elizabeth. For the first time it struck me that there is something similar between her sense of humour and that of Heather Bissel, my old college chum. I think it's her cock sure wryness and the way she ends a hilarious proposition with a heavy metal salute. A very Bisselian suggestion that she offered today was that we chain ourselves to objects in the Bakery so as not to let it be turned into a bloated burrito stand. But Elizabeth is full of ideas that just don't make sense to me. For example, all of a sudden she is certain that Techno music is the only real music, that everything else is superficial because of the lack of emphasis given to rythm. Still, she and my housemates all intend to attend Sebadoh tonight at Trax. And so do I. It would be a shame if I were to miss one of my new favourite bands when they're within walking distance.

Jenfariello was working the Bakery counter. She told me of the travails of the Downtown Artspace, where she has ripped up the old carpet only to find a layer of obdurate glue that no solvent or tool seems to be able to obliterate.

From there it was on to Cocke Hall. There I created a definition for Heather Bissel in my spins sections. She is one of the more interesting people I have ever known, so if you want to have a prayer of knowing who I am you really should go there. I always run across cool UVA students I know in Cocke Hall. Today it as Kirstey and Peter, friends of my house, superiour to most of the rifraf there, though I doubt I'm spelling Kirstey's name right. I notice that I have to smell peoples' breakfasts whenever I go there in the morning.

An afternoon nap was interrupted by childhood friend Nathan VanHooser who has given me the impossible task of downloading a 6 Megabyte file in a format a PC can read. It's impossible, knowing what I know, in all but the most dire of circumstances.

I then hung out with a variety of housemates, especially Elizabeth, through the afternoon. I have been appreciating her an awful lot lately in ways I never did back when I was sleeping with her. She is more wonderful than I could ever have imagined. And I used to be awfully fond of her, mind you. But she's full of irrational and irritating ideas too. I like her like she is to me now, I think. I love her in a way I never said I did. It's Platonic in the way Platonic means "perfect." I'm completely happy just with her as my friend even if everyone else in the world should begin to hate me. It's an indication of a special gift on her part. I'll regret saying this later but here it is. I told Jessika something weaker than this about Elizabeth a month ago, and she was surprised at the time.

In the evening some variety of friends of the house came by. They were all unfamiliar to me, but I have a feeling I will be seeing more of them in the future. When later we set off for the Sebadoh show, they came along. We were being rather roudy by this time because we'd drunk the majority of what remained of my Skyy Vodka.

The Sebadoh Show at Trax

I returned to my house with the variety of people with whom I'd come. They were all excited after the show and half-heartedly told me to skip my job. But no. Here I am. It's going to be a long tiring night.

today, courteousy of Altavista, I present yet another girlfriend!

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