It’s after 9 pm and I am slowly loosing hope that the Great Valentine will show up tonight.
Talked to Barry/Kurt/Lesa/Gabi. Helped them find a driver for Barry’s monitor and listened to them beat their children (that’s what it sounded like anyway.)
Am going to go and cook dinner. I wish that I could drive up and see them, but I can’t afford too.
Need to figure out bus route to get to New Year parade tomorrow. Might have a BART ticket, that would be nice.
Think that I will blame everyting on Mr. Pinkie and his sidekick, SexyMuthaFucka Yeti.
A 40-something rediscovering life in California