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San Antonio, TX

Tuesday November 30, 2004

     It's really cold outside. I'm not going out. I'll go out tomorrow. I'm already on October 3rd in my typing. In Arcata. That's only a couple months away, hell yeah.

1:24pm

I typed all morning long again. I am so proud of myself. I'm already typing about when I went to Crescent City with that guy Crow. That guy was cool. I'll tell you exactly where I am. October 7. I got the urge to leave. Because today is supposed to be that guy James' picnic out in San Pedro Park. I kept calling and he wasn't home. Some dude answered and he told me he wasn't there. Oh yeah, I didn't think I had any weed left, but I got me another hit out of my pipe! I got me a little tiny resin ball. I'm all fuckin' stoned.

     Oh yeah, my mom left so I couldn't ask her for any bus fare. I'm running low on my stash of transfers. She told me she was going to buy me a buss pass, which would be cool because I could collect transfers for a whole month. Since I'm all stoned I just decided to stay home and type my shit up. I burned a backup and everything. I'm all paranoid that if I leave the house and somebody steals the computer I'm going to lose all my hard work. I made a backup. I am going to keep typing though.

Next day..