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Because I was now at home on a Monday night, I found that there was nothing at the moment that I must do. I poured my beer into a tall ceramic cup, one that I made eight years ago. I picked up my book, my cigarettes and a pack of matches with only three left and walked downstairs. I sat down on the bench near my door, put the cup down on the sidewalk and lit up a cigarette. I opened up my book and read a few chapters, tilting my book to the right toward the remaining glow of the sun coming from the valley of Cambridge Street. While I was sitting there, the street light above me turned on and slowly warmed up, so I tilted my book to the left towards it's light, rather than to the right where the sun was finally fading out. A lot of people walked past, and I looked a lot of them in the eye. I nodded or said hello to a few of them, the ones that seemed friendly, or ones I recognized.

When I went back upstairs to pour myself another beer, I met up with Ted and Audrey in the hallway. Ted seemed friendly, finally. Just now I met Simon, who has moved in next door on the same level. He asked me to turn the music down. He said that his study room shares a wall with our living room. I wonder if he has noticed yet that he has moved to the second loudest apartment in the city.

I have been wandering around all summer, for the most part. I was greeted well by three friends this morning. Now I don't think I feel happy, I just am happy, if that is the proper word.

Now I am going to drink some coffee and fix up my apartment.