Four days.

Yesterday I saw the Guggenheim collection with a friend. Nice. Laughed at most of the first room, but it got better. They had a few Maplethorpes, which is always nice. If I had been thinking, I would have dug through the endless licorice to see whether it really was, as it was I didn't take any - because I don't even like licorice.

Apparently the line I was crossing over to look at this tabletop thing really was a not-to-be-passed line. I was right over the line, and no-one said anything, but my friend says she saw the art bouncers telling other people off.

Got more magnetic words. I need to get a big sheet of metal from somewhere. Fridge sized. Possibly and old car panel would work. G'dad wouldn't like the fridge words... for themselves, and because he'd stare at them all fucking day while I'm work, just noticing that they aren't all lined up neatly.

Then we went and I purchased lots of clothes. Work clothes. I will never find casual clothes that I really like, and I've nearly come to terms with that.

Saw a guy for coffee on Thursday. Not my kind of guy. Had a good laugh about the experience with my friend, and today I've just had a follow up chat. I did well with "... I get the impression we're coming
at the situation from different angles, and that it might
be better not to go another round."

Poor fellow just said 'oh'. And I would feel sorry for him, but he started today asking how I'd recovered and had he left any marks. He was talking brutal sex claw marks, and since it was just a coffee with a guy who isn't my type... no sympathy.