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After we all got up and began curing our hangovers with water, Jen, Ami and Cory discussed some of the Two Moons Burritos gossip. They all work there, and half the employees had attended last night's party. All the names mentioned were unfamiliar to me. But the intrigue was palpable. It's all based on various girls having crushes on various other girls.
In other things, Jen says that the neighborhood kids are in the habit of coming to visit. She's teaching them that they need to knock. They mostly want to come and look at the kittens. The crazy pregnant siamese that used to live with Jen and Ami on Wertland has had her kittens and now lives with them at the mansion.
The sky was bruised with clouds and from these heavy rains occasionally fell throughout the day. I went with Jenfariello and Ami to the Preston Avenue Bodo's Bagels and we bought a large number of bagels for ourselves and Jen and Ami's housemates. Neither had any money ("oops!, I forgot my wallet!") so I had to pay for it all.
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During an intense downpour, Ami and I sat on the back porch and watched the clogged gutters overflowing and spilling with a roar like Niagara onto the ground in front of us. She climbed under it and drenched herself, then went off to take a real shower.
I explored the botany in the back yard. The most remarkable plant that I found was a Devil's Walkingstick, a thorny shrub related to ginseng (and, more distantly) celery.
The rain had calmed, so I walked back to the Corner. It was less of a hike than I'd expected. One has to walk through some pretty creepy neighborhoods, however. No doubt that's why Jen and company are paying only about $150 each for each month's rent.
I took a nice long nap at 22 Elliewood and slept soundly. That was one of the most refreshing naps I have ever taken.
Evan, the network engineer, entered the DNS information necessary for my Tussin.com domain name. The bill from Internic came in the mail the other day, and I haven't looked at it yet. But I very much do want to have that domain name.
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Later, it was just me, the Brazilian Girls, the weirdo post-goth Dempsey, Deya and Monster Boy. Cecelia was looking like a nun, except that her habit (a cloak her mother had sewn for her) was made of dark green cloth.
We sat in a storefront and thus avoided the rain. Deya and I both drank fruit juice dilutions of vodka but that had at best a mild effect upon us. I kept pointing out that this was the last night of our homelessness and that God had sent the rains to make us appreciate our home all the more once we finally got it.
When it was down to just Deya, Monster Boy and me, we went to visit Ana and Nemo over on High Street. We chatted quietly while Nemo snored remarkably loudly for a one year old.
Deya returned Monster Boy and me to the Corner and then set off for Scottsville. I did some work at Cocke Hall and then slept at 22 Elliewood while Monster Boy slept over at Dempsey's above the old Follette's Bookstore.