The planets were aligned, the microcosm of which was the straight line that parted my hair

I went to the gym late last night. Danny was working the front desk. Iam and Victor were present. The gym-rat gang is back! Iam, formerly 185 lb. with only 4% body fat, is down to 170 lb. since he's been busy, but still looks like he's on steroids. Victor brought a new girlfriend with him. Clever. One can multi-task by working out and rationalizing it as a date. I'm stealing that idea.

I slept in and was late for Church. But I finally bought apple cider vinegar for mommy at Whole Foods ... after a quick database run at the mall, a.k.a. the ultraviolent.

I have to finally admit that the jackoffable chick at Waba Teriyaki Grill - who's been less jackoffable since dying her blond hair to dark brown, only because the blond matched better with her complexion - isn't really doing it for me anymore. But Jessica at American Basics is renewed in my database.

Now this never happens, but when I got out of the shower, my hair happened to fall in place as if I fixed it without trying. Today was a rare perfect hair day. It's like the planets were aligned, the microcosm of which was the straight line that parted my hair.

My mommy and I picked up Auntie Alma, who's in town from the Philippines, on the way to Auntie Nora's for food. On the way home, we brought her to visit her friends, who say that they always see my mommy and I in Church. Their youngest daughter remembers my mommy from a long time ago. Weird. I've never seen these people in my life.

At Barnes & Noble, that ethnically-ambiguous looking chick, Monica, was rocking the geek chick glasses. She's renewed in the database. But even more important than hormones: I got to read more of The Bridge to Neverland.