So the big news of the day is that my car, The Grey Ghost, has been found.  It was actually recovered on Thansgiving day, but we weren't informed till yesterday.  My mom probably didn't want the car back.  She's always felt weird about that car, ever since I got it in a wreck in February 1993.  Anyway, the stereo, of course, is gone, and the windshield, window, and bumper are broken.  But besides that, the car is pretty much intact.  But I don't know if I want it back either.  Besides the fact that it's going to cost a ton to get it fixed, I was just getting used to the notion of life without it, and now all of a sudden it comes back.  But it comes back unwhole.    And it won't be how I remember it.  hmmm...

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    I wrote that this morning.  It's now almost 11:30PM.  Last night I went to Great Lakes with Caryn and her friend Rebecca and met Kathy and Katey there. It was pleasant enough. Katey ended up camping out on my futon.  She's drinking a lot these days.  More than I had at my worst, anyway.
    it was sort of a rough day at work today. Not anything really work-related, although that was some of it.
    Just got back from the City.  At Parks,  we always call "New York City" "the City"  when we write signs.  Probably why I capitalized it there.  Anyway, met James and Jen and Jed at the Sidewalk for a few drinks after work today.  James and Jen are going to the Bonny Prince Billy show at the Bowery Ballroom tonight. Actually, they've probably left it by now. I was supposed to be going, but that fell through.  I tried to get on the list through Palace Records, and all seemed well until yesterday when the guy told me he couldn't get me on the list.  Wish he would have told me before all fucking three shows sold out. So now I can't go at all.  I'm not having good luck with getting on lists lately.  Anyway, after James and Jen left for the show, Jed and I sat around for a few minutes. Then Jed left.  Then Caryn and her friend Rebecca showed up and we had another drink.  Then I hopped on the train.  A pale attractive girl was sort of looking my way on the way home, and I engaged in uncomfortable eye-contact for a brief few moments.  I'm less shy about just staring at people lately.  Why the hell not?  There's a lot of ugliness out there, so if you see something that's actually pleasing to the eye, why not choose to just look at that instead of the subway car wall or the floor or your shoes or whatever?  And why does everything seem louder after you've been drinking?
 

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