Plan earlier was to meet up with P. and her friends. That has apparently changed. I'm bummed, although I suppose I did what I set out to do with her. I just wish she desired to be my girlfriend, not just fuck me in a drunken stupor. I barely remember any details.
Three interesting details from today:
- I found Erin Beck's OKCupid profile (!) glad to be part of the legacy of her intellectual development—she lists This Mortal Coil as one of her favorite bands; and
- I did what I believe to be the final edits to The Black Hand; and
- I broke it off with K.G. this afternoon. She got bitchy. I didn't have heart to tell her/admit that it was her strange appearance the last night we were together. She looked ghoulish in profile. And her pussy drooped. I've never seen something quite like it. I couldn't take her serious sexually after that.