Thoughts.

  28jul2013. LeftBurgerKing after1:30PM. Metro. MFAH. PortraitOfJason1967 had started a few moments ago. Slept during the movie, because the voice ofJasonHalliday sounded like lullaby. It ended. ExitedMFAH to buy something from a foodtruck, but there was none. WatchedMyraBrekenridge1970. An asshole from somewhere made an introduction. A journalist from fashionmagazine verydumb. He didn't really say anything. Perhaps he did to those who are like him. Nobody gives a fuck about his interaction withGoreVidal for a few minutes. The direction was horrible and the screenplay adapted was done by a moron, who didn't know what the fuck he was doing. It was funny. WatchedCruising1980. As soon as it started, one could see the direction was principled. The usual advocacy of policeforce byFriedkin was present. It was clearlysuperior to an mediocre thriller. Wanted to eat steak, but both ChelseaGrille and Danton's was closed. Now, Nippon, 8:19PM.
  Plan. Move the books, so that it will be ready for being shelved. Tomorrow. BankOfAmerica, moneyorder. Send it toBookCaseStore. PlayMAMEgames.
  AtNippon, thefuckfaces fromRice.asian.religiousnutjobs entered the restaurant, but, for some reason, decided to leave it. It was clear that they haven't change at all. Left the restaurant, and Walked toMuseumDistrictStation. Metro.Theapt. Slept at least after 1AM. Dream. Remember the last of it. Someone suggested to me that I inviteKateWelch to joint me at an amusement park. I said that she would think that I intend to rape her and that the suggester should join us. I walked to her room. She was drying her skin after a shower. I decided to wait in front of her room. An altercation with someone? Woke up.