10-20-01 9:14 PM Sa

I'm in bed. Rochelle is working on a crossword puzzle. The baby is asleep in her crib in the adjoining room. UCLA is beating Cal. The Yanks lost badly today, 17-3. D'Backs are one win away from the Series with the Big Unit on the mound tomorrow. The Irish beat SC. The Kings lost to Detroit. Robitaille scored the game winner. Mardi came up to babysit for us last night. I blended some Irish Creme Liquer and coffee and vanilla rum with some ice and a little bourbon. I drove to Ball's and Nena in Redondo Beach for a Halloween party. I was a mad pharmacist. Rochelle found a shirt at a second-hand store that said Kaiser Pharmacy. She dressed as a prostitute. I think this is every woman's fantasy.  There were two other prostitutes there. They were teachers. I smoked hash and drank Old Scratch. I became almost mute. I wanted to hide under Rochelle's skirt. The girls were sexy and talked to me incessantly without me saying anything. Rochelle drove home. I was hungover this morning. I want to Lucy's for the greasy Mexican hangover cure. Now I feel like there's a brick in my rectum. Lay in bed most of the day. Rochelle and I fooled around. I need to get the oil changed in the Olds. We have a double header tomorrow. I haven't read the newspaper yet today. Heath Hairstone called from the US Navy. Said an officer recruiter would call. That sounds insane. Rochelle rented some movies. "The Mummy Returns" and "A Knight's Tale." I read a couple pages of Cheever's diaries. We ordered pizza and wings. I need shampoo and blank video. What else? I can't think of anything. I'm tired. I don't handle alcohol well anymore. I need to get some hits tomorrow. What else? My mind is blank. Cheever wrote of being in Russia, boringly. I wonder if the Navy would pay us enough to live in the house in Riverside. I should ask about the Naval War Assessment Center. Won't it be an even worse bureaucracy than the one I hate now? I wonder how busted I'll be for not having left lesson plans at Wilshire Hill on Thursday and Friday. I should make some coffee and try to blast this brick out of my bowels. What else? God help me. I read some more Chesapeake; some Quakers want to ask Hitler to let the Jews go. UCLA is piling on against Cal Berkeley. Whatever happened to Steve Holm?