My Sunday Feeling

My Sunday Feeling

Had a great day with Katie. I'm sitting here with high octane cheap beer and a can of clam chowder, with no intention of writing at length until tomorrow.

I'm worried about a friend. She's not being very good to herself. I want to be good to her. Make her feel better. Make her know that everything is OK. I suppose she can only find that out for herself, but I wish I could help.

I'm calling A tomorrow. I can't wait to see what happens. God, I want this girl. I can't remember the last time I met a woman this interesting.

Katie was a NUT today. We had a lot of fun being very, very silly. I can't begin to do justice in writing to how loony she was in person.

I have an almost overpowering desire to jump in my car and drive to Arizona/New Mexico, play in the sand like a little kid, take superhuman quantities of cactus products, and watch the UFOs land in Roswell...

Ahh, now we're onto some Procul Harem. I'm lost in a sea of wheat...

Good night, you fuckers.

Shining on brightly,
Dougie