Sticking Around

Still at the Muddy Cup. Got to heart wireless. Listening to a two-man-band play. They are from L.A. I went for two viscious rounds of Scrabble with D and K, two guys who have been here as long as I have, all day. Then I read at least 100 pages of Mary Barton. I'll admit, it's gotten better and i'm into it. I'm going to give the Punk a call tonight and see if he wants to catch up. It's been awhile. If nothing, we'll be going for his birthday later this week. This band is pretty good, for the Muddy Cup. Generally, most of the music that gets played here nights is fairly decent. With my introduction into the Scrabble Circuit I feel a bit more of a regular here.

Just three more weeks. My God, a few more weeks. What will happen? Anything can. I know this, and it is perhaps this acknowledgement that fills me with a giddy dread.

Scrabble is over. Much as I like this music, I should go home, shower... relax. All of this. Noone is around and it's evenings such as this that I miss certain company.

I'm sure..."being alone, it can be quite romantic..."

Maybe i'll stick around for just a bit longer and listen.