Miguel drove us out to watch the World Series and play pool on Steve's new table at his house in Temple City. The Braves blew out the Yankees in what was supposed to be a pitcher's duel between this year's Cy Young winners, Pettite and Smoltz.
I got suckered into paying for all the pizza and beer. Fuck.
My radiator has sprung a leak. How and when the hell am I going to fix that?
I still have to do my character in motion exercise for class tonight. I could kick myself for going to Steve's. I finished the four chapters of Judith Hearne I had to read.
The characters are all mostly repugnant, though Bernie is amusing, and I do have a little sympathy for Judith.