Down on Castro Street

The real trouble for me in finding people to hang out with after work is that I cannot think of anything I'd like to do. I just have a vague uneasy sense that I might as well be in Birmingham, AL as San Francisco for all that I am getting or will get out. Walk to work put in nine hours return to my temporary lodgings type for a while on Steve's computer and go to be around ten a night. Wake up at six in the morning and do it all again. And now I am joining a chorus of uninteresting people complaining about such things in my journal. Some days I really am just an engine for turning good food into shite.