It's February 29th. I've never considered that before. I lived through 7 or 8 (maybe 9???) leap years, and I've never once noticed it. But, I'm noticing it tonight - or this morning - or whatever.
It was a strange evening. A great, old friend and I got some food at this new noodle joint around the corner from my house. The food was stodgy and boring. I seriously doubt I'll eat there again. We then went to a coffee house by the university to see a mutual friend's kid play in his band. It was sort of an orchestrated experimental cacophony. Really not my cup of LSD. I was hoping the kid's father, my friend, would show-up, but he did not. I've called him a few times, and so far he hasn't found it necessary to call me back. He and his very young bride-to-be are expecting a baby, so I should expect that he'd be a bit on the busy end of things, but it's hard not to take it personally. In fact, I think I will take it personally. So, if you're reading this... fuck you. I'd be happy to tell you that in person or on the phone, but you don't return calls now. How very important of you.
The great, old friend had some girl with him. Apparently she's a lesbian. But, she's into guys. She kept talking about her "wife". However, my understanding is that she is still married to some guy, and they got separated a couple of weeks ago on Valentines Day because he's bipolar. That's just confusing. She sort of rubbed me the wrong way. Hopefully, she's rubbing my friend the right way.
I don't know if this is making sense. It's pretty late, and I'm sure I'll regret having posted this when I read it tomorrow.
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