Dear Diary,
Usual Saturday morning rituals yesterday. I was taken to lunch by my friend again (bless her heart). We've shared a few meals lately, about the only thing to make my existence in ABQ a little less bleak. I had doggie bags which I consumed throughout the day and night. I played Spider Solitaire and listened to a podcast, read a bit and then clicked the remote. I caught some of SNL. I even watched one of the performances by ludicrus. There's no reason I should get anything of what's going on with rap music, but what's with that name? It should be the name of one of their parody characters. (Websters -- "ludicrous - meriting derisive laughter or scorn as absurdly inept, false, or foolish"). Oh well, I'm sure he has a giant bathtub if he wants. I had a lucid dream (that's a dream where you know you're dreaming). I was flying around a department store. Then finally some deep sleep and then daylight and here I am again.

By my calculations, given some history of longevity in my family, minus a few years for unclean living (but I still suspect I'm headed for geezer-town) I only have approximately 10,000 more days to go. It doesn't sound too bad when you put it that way.