  Revisiting the town of iniquity tonight. The scene of my last moral/ethical debacle. Carlsbad, the place where Bryan lives and a part of me jumped head-long into the raging river below. Only a couple of souls know what that means. For them, you get the eerie significance. Bryan had a little thing at his house tonight.
A nice night of making various California pizzas from scratch, drinking beer and wine, and listening to good music. I walked off with a CD copy of one of my all-time favs, Ray Charles. The entertainment broke up, and we went to a DVD of Amelie. Still mourning the loss of that one in my collection, but glad that my girls in Minnesota are enjoying it. I have to be up early for class tomorrow. Two classes of Hayton, then a fun one with Martha Stoddard-Holmes, followed up by a later course with a new teacher I dont know yet. The reading list for her is 90% things Ive read in the last two years. The Hayton material is all I worry about.
Shes the one Im afraid of impressing. i could hardly speak to her the other day. i've feared this pairing for the entire time i've been enrolled in this university. knew i'd cower under her authority, so i dropped a class with her a couple of years ago. guess i can't avoid her anymore. i hope i don't fuck this up too. 
