The transit trip out to Richmond left me in broadloom biting mode, with extra rantiness, so the less vented the better. Harley the Akita Lab cross still loves me, which was nice. There was much conversation and a bite or two of yummy Japanese food. I was home by 7 o’clock, my new beau gave me a lift back. I have discovered in my little heart a great fondness for Foghat, that old Canadian band. I know it’s insane, but when I hear that music I feel happy.
Jeff and I then watched Wolverine. I’ll watch Hugh Jackman sleepwalk his way through a v.crappy script anytime. He was so buff he didn’t look real.
I accidentally locked Eddie in my room all day. I am officially a bad housemate.
