Waiting to go home

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I am not in the best of moods, but I am glad the day is coming to an end. Psy already left for Plainfield, because he got a call from a handyman who is coming to look at the house to make an estimate on a zillion things we need to have repaired to comply with the house inspection. It's a long story, don't ask

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I sure hope your sixth sense is wrong, because that would be petty and jealous and small of Psy to have to have revenge because you're trying to achieve your true goals. I liked Psy. He seemed very nice, honest, and grounded. Very real. When we were at the nursery, you went off to get those white flowered plants (I forget what they were, but, man, that was a really cool nursery! I loved the rhododendron walk. Anyway.....), and Dan and I were alone with Psy. He talked about how amazing it was that you could readily identify so many plants and how you knew exactly how to grow plants. He beamed over the coffee grounds you carried home from the city. His face showed real love for you, and that made me like him even more. You guys will get through. I hope so, anyway.

You aren't antisocial at school. You're an adult! When I come into work, I don't say "Hi" to anyone. Neither does anyone else, not really. 18 to 22 year old girls are big on that shit, I guess. And those girls at your school have probably never had to work before, so their mores are high school mores (As in "O, tempore! O, mores!" Unneccessary Latin clogging up your lovely journal, I apologize, but sometimes English just doesn't have the right word).

I want to visit the Castro this time, but I don't know where to go. Any suggestions?