As I walked, a Pegasus helicopter delivered a critically injured patient to the University Hospital. Ironically, the sound of the 'copter was so loud I almost missed the sound of a freight train coming up behind me on the pair of rails between which I was walking. One person's being saved could well have meant my death had I not chanced to turn around and look back down the line.

I bought some coffee on the way to and some whiskey on the way from the Artspace. I didn't linger any place for fear that conditions would worsen.

Theresa kept following the bulk of the others around as they tried to avoid her. While Matthew was in his room at one point, he alleges that she flicked off the light and tried to put the moves on him. Unsatisfied there, she came to my room, asking me to let her send an email to the boy Jesse (at VCU in Richmond). I was in a generous mood, so I let her. But she continued to spiral ever downward. I think the second Gin & Tonic is what her in. When she snatched a feathered Mardi Gras mask off Monster Boy's face, the elastic band was destroyed, rendering the mask useless. It was a small destruction, but a destruction nonetheless, a completely needless one, used in this case to make a flirtatious point. If there's anything I hate, it's destroying property -my property- in a melodramatic flourish of rhetoric. I mocked her for being stupid, and I pointed out that this wasn't her first pointless act of destruction. She seemed momentarily ashamed, but then when she left, she slammed the door. I hate it when people slam the door, it's just more needlessly destructive melodrama. I suddenly experienced an overwhelming urge to murder her.

Later, after she'd been similarly stupid, destructive and obnoxious to the people and objects downstairs, she left the house in a huff, slamming the downstairs door as well and taking Monster Boy with her. I flew down the stairs and hollered after her, "Get the hell out of here you fucking bitch!" It wasn't the most original thing to say, but I was irate, and that got it out of my system. I overheard Matthew behind me saying, "Oh no, Gus is being a baby now." (Surely an example of the pot calling the kettle black if ever I've heard it.)

But I calmed down quickly, launching into a continuous series of daring tricks in the wheel chair. At this point I noticed that Matthew's Chilean friend Shaneenah (sp?-- she's a girl) had arrived. Almost two years ago, Matthew and I visited her when she was a student at James Madison University. She was much more of a hippie back then. I see her hair is short these days.

We were drinking the champagne donated by Katherine, the girl across the street. The drinkers even included Peggy, who is normally careful with her alcohol consumption (since she is breast feeding). I could tell Peggy was getting drunk, because her usual shy reserve had thawed considerably.

We ordered two large pizzas, and one of these even had meat on it. They were from Dominos, and we "scarfed" them down in record time. Then Matthew experimented with eating sardines for what he acted like was the first time in his life.

Angela came home and, never content to sit still, Matthew led everyone but Deya and me out to see a movie.