losing my keys doesn't f*ckin' help

10am

i head to the SF MOMA, Metreon, and the Embarcadero to find my keys. no luck.

i call my landlord to get a set o’ copies.

9.30pm

it’s the Wyatt’s last day here in SF, so i venture to Haight st. for dinner with him, Ben, Aaron, Thomas McCue and his girlfriend, Jenny. tapas at Cha Cha Cha would’ve been at least and hour, so we head down to another taqueria for Mexican food.

11pm

we head back to Thomas’s place for a time-out.