The Direct TV people came out today, 9 am, which was good, however, like everything else I ever try to get done, especially with this house, it was far from straightforward and easy. The guys ended up being there for three hours, having to go in Dane's apartment downstairs to run wires and hook things up, move the dish from one side of the porch to the other. But finally, it was complete, and now we have more than three shitty network channels (BBC America, baby!!). Got to work at about quarter to one. Nearly about to leave, not bad. Went to Club Charles last night. Got creeped out myself in the house alone last night before Nick came down and while Carm was still at work. Thought I heard dishes rattle downstairs as I was about to take a shower. Needless to say, I did not go forward with that venture. Stood paralyzed at the top of the stairs, listening with my eyes, as you do. Seriously need to lay off the true crime reading again. It's permiating my brain a little too much, as it tends to do every so often. Read about the Kingsbury Run Murders. Fucked up shit, terrible terrible. Anyways, Club Charles was hopping like mad for a Thursday. Went to see Phoebe at that house on Calvert afterwards. Drank a Papst Blue Ribbon on top of two (strong) white Russians, something I only remembered this morning, astonished that I didn't get sick in the least. Had a good time, she reminds me of Rainey so much. Nick didn't leave till five in the morning, the birds were chirping and the sky was starting to lighten. Ridiculous, two forays, the second beginning approximately fifteen minutes after the conclusion of the first.

Was hoping to go out with Carmin and Allen this evening, or atleast meet up with them or something, but Carm feels sick, Allen didn't get paid, and they may not see eachother at all tonight. Don't know what is going on this evening, tomorrow is Pride Fest and 80's Prom. Have eaten like a glutton today, damn it. Have to feed animals and give Niles his med's tomorrow while Mom and Tony are away.