Day 7

strane currencies...

lizzie,

hey. called you around 9:30. don't know if you got the message. i guess that you were involved in a researcharama at the rock. i was on the B-level. i'll be there until friday. i hate the rock...

today was my mom's birthday. called her up to wish her a happy b-day. everything is cool on the homefront. sometimes it's hard to talk to her though, knowing what's going on "behind the scenes," if you know what i mean. it was the first time i spoke to her in about two weeks. my brother, the ambitious stud/writer that he is, is sending me a short story he wrote. sounds like cool stuff. besides, i never get any "real" mail. dad was sleeping when i called. jesus christ, i wish things were better between me and him. i haven't said more than ten sentences to him in the past year. one of his fish ate another one...now that's a bad scene.

spoke to my best friend from high school, rob. his mom is leaving his dad. it's been over a year since rob dropped out of college. his dad works basically the same job as my dad, sheet metal. he's been unemployed for like five or six years now. i guess his wife (rob's mom) just couldn't take it anymore. as dylan would say, "a simple twist of fate." ya, no shit...

i have a lot of shit to do tomorrow, but should be home around 12:00 am. if you are not going to bed early and don't have a lot of work to do, could you maybe stop by for a bit? or maybe we could get together earlier? i'd really like to see you.

--sebastian