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the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Sara's birthday. We met up for drink's at a pub on York and King. Can't remember the name, but poured a few too many drinks into my empty stomach, I fear. Had to pack it in at what must have been only 11 or so (vaguely recall getting in at around midnight). It's pathetic, how little stamina I've had over the last twelve months or so. Anyway, we met her at the place with flowers. We (Jo and I) did a little trick, and she (Sara) didn't know we (Charlie and I) would be there that early - I thoght I'd surprise her (Sara) at the place even though it was just the girls (and Rob) from work out for a few drinks. It (the above) worked.

Blake happened to send an email in the morning, so I invited him, too. Good to see him again, though he was a little distracted by his lovely young 'room-mate', with whom he seems rather taken.