Nicole is half asleep on my bed, her red hair nicely meshing with the jewel-tone pillows. I vote she stays there. (I’ve made her a LiveJournal, fluxamonia). We gave up on my friend earlier and romanced Brian into coming to the hot tub with us. It feels odd to be talking with people while I’m blind, but I’m dealing better with it now that I’m practicing. I have to rely entirely on tonalities and gross body movement. It’s interesting and scary. Brian had an audiophile evening scheduled after, so Nicole and I returned to my apartment without him and settled into recovering from an overdose of warmth. Later tonight is Cafe Du Soliex poetry slam. Kyle will be there in spite of his recent tonsil removal. I commend his bravery and expect to act as interpretor.
Meanwhile, download this. I particularly appreciate the Tetris.