Got a bunch of twelf hacking done this morning, and read some of Max Gallo's "The Poster in History", which is fantastic. It's a heavy fucking book, and my shoulders hurt from carrying it around all day, but I am in love with it.

Went to D's in the evening. Felt kind of sick, so I left early. Have been feeling this intense loneliness lately; it came up yesterday while walking really long distances, from the climbing wall towards dallas ave. and from the waterfront to squirrel hill again.