While walking home last night from "one more" with Jeremy, distinct storm clouds were forming over La Casa. We had talked a lot about changes going on, his leaving again for Columbia, this tragic sickness of Ramon and these clouds were not lost upon my thinking.

The situation at work willl never get better; the only thing we can do is to the increase the pace and be crazier, anyway, because it is Season. Which brings me to the quote of the day: I was lamenting the pressure of all these events with Jeremy and asked (contemplatively, looking at the floor of The Laundry Bar) "Just HOW MANY nights a week can a person go out?" We both looked at each and said "seven!", and screamed with laughter.