So my day turned out great! How 'bout yours?

I just realised what great friends I have.

I have these great friends. There’s maybe half a dozen in my core group, some of whom I’m closer to than others. And they’re, y’know, friendly. And smart and funny, and full of friendly qualities.

We play chess in Starbucks, and geek on about Buffy and LotR and the like.

And tonight they made me cry.

We were rambling around, me because I had to head back to uni and write the Monster Essay From Hell, them keeping me company til they went to work.

We wound up talking about respect, as in who do you pay the most attention to, etc.

At which point, out of the blue, L turns around and says, ‘we were talking about this the other day, and we decided it was you’

‘…’ I say

‘Yea’ says S. ‘you’re all trustable or something. Whatever it is, we think you’re great.’

I’m still staring at them.

‘Silly manx’ says L. ‘we love you’

And then they caught their bus to work.

I spent all secondary school depressed and miserable. Occasionally I look at them and can’t quite believe that they’re friends with me. And that is hands down the most spontaneously kind thing and one has ever said to me. So much so that I got all teary, and sniffled my way happily back to uni, where I stared happily into space for a while.
(So my day turned out great! How 'bout yours?)

eh, it was so so considering how days go i suppose, i got the stairs in my place fixed so that they dont squeak anymore, now i can home at all hours and not worry about waking my flatmate.

This last day is just sort’ve blending into the next. Maybe I will actually go to bed tonight. But its all good.

but seeing as you dont know anything you may end up staying up all nite because you wont recognise what you’re feeling is tiredness

Today was just fine. I slagged off on my work and did a thrift shop binge. At the store around the corner from me I found a matched set of four Pioneer speakers. Each one has a 12" woofer, twin 4" midrange cones, twin liquid filled tweeters and a high frequency horn to boot. I talked to my friend the manager and she was willing to knock down the price from $160.[sup]00[/sup] to a mere $120.[sup]00[/sup]. At $30.[sup]00[/sup] each, this is highway robbery. I’ll need to test them in the morning, but my visual inspection revealed no torn cones or other damage, so I’m pretty confident that these will be in good shape. At 100 Watts each, they’ll be able to absorb the output of my monster quadraphonic vintage Onkyo receiver. In fact, the speakers are probably the exact same vintage as the amplifier.

A quick trot up East Bay 880 shot me past five other thrift shops without much to show for it but a couple of cookbooks and one beautiful old 1950s vintage buckram bound travel log book with all pages blank. At 59¢, the small Babs brand half pint milk bottle cost more than the log book. A Time Life African cooking volume here, a contoured aspic mold there and a well worn one quart Aladdin Stanley stainless steel thermos for $3.[sup]00[/sup] rounded out the shopping day.

Off to Bezerkeley and time to have dinner with scr4, who was in town from Tokyo. We had some Mexican food and perused Shakspeare’s and Moe’s book stores. We located a copy of David Brin’s new book “Kiln People,” and a copy of his “Otherness.” I even managed to persuade scr4 to pick up a copy of Julian Jaynes’ “Bicameral Mind” book. His friends Anna and Gordon joined us later and we split a pitcher of Fat Tire ale at Larry Blake’s. We parted ways after an hour or two of refreshing discussion about everything from Iran and North Korea to traveling on the Trans Siberian railroad.

All in all, a splendid day.

I’m not sure I understand that.

There’s no greater achievement in life than to be respected among your peers.

Today was good. Stocks were up, feeling a bit better, Isabel is weakening.