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Went to the doctor for a physical yesterday. I don't weigh as much as I thought I did, thank heavens. Dr. Mielke said I was in very good shape, shined a light down my throat, tapped my stomach. The hospital gown is the most awkward piece of clothing in the universe, truly truly I say unto you. I got some blood work done as well, just to check up on things. Luckily, I hadn't eaten for twelve hours prior. An old man hovered around the nurse's station while the needle was stuck in my vein. He said he liked my Italian nose.
Roman and Joce came over last night, the former carrying a wine bottle in a brown paper bag. We drank and sat on the floor, Jim Morrison crooning out the radio. These two lovelies are the only people I can stand being around these days. Everyone else frightens me. When they leave, Mary Tyler Moore and my grandmother's book of prayers keep me company. I was never much into Catholicism as an even younger kid, but now I find some semblance of peace within it which I can't quite explain.
Roman and Joce came over last night, the former carrying a wine bottle in a brown paper bag. We drank and sat on the floor, Jim Morrison crooning out the radio. These two lovelies are the only people I can stand being around these days. Everyone else frightens me. When they leave, Mary Tyler Moore and my grandmother's book of prayers keep me company. I was never much into Catholicism as an even younger kid, but now I find some semblance of peace within it which I can't quite explain.