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I’d meant to go to the gym yesterday, but yesterday was my Monday, and I’m always beat Monday. So instead, I came home, crashed, and awoke around 9:00 pm feeling restless. So I took a walk downtown.
It’s quite pleasant at night, without the glare of the sun and with fewer people clogging up the sidewalks. I took a stroll down 4th St., which reminded me of when I used to take the Muni in to Powell from Ingleside, and then the bus down 4th to Universe back in the day. God, what a fucking trek. Couldn’t help but get a little emotional, nonetheless. In a way, I miss those days.
I am not usually a fan of bumper stickers, but I approve of those Coexist ones. Nice.
Mr. Altherhausen will be coming down for Pride with LG joining us, plus a special appearance by Melissika. Am taking that Monday off for good measure. Need time for my body to cycle through all the mediocre bar liquor while enjoying “Golden Girls” marathons all day.
