May 18th, 2003



I forget my own schedule. Pretty much unless I have some sort of obligation, any event becomes out of sight, out of mind. I can plan on going to the picnic, or roller-blading, but I get up and wander around the apartment and go off and do other things. And then at the end of the day I smack myself on the forehead, Fuck! I was going to go do that today!


Better & swings

Better for the moment.

Plus, I spent an hour and a quarter walking and swinging with burgunder. Turns out I'm a little inexperienced with the whole swinging lifestyle, but after a few ups and downs, I got the hang of it.

And it was a nice mixture of conversation. Not too serious, but not too much fluff either. Enough to cleanse the palate.