Check it out. I haven’t written in this journal for tow months. No better time but now. I’m thinking much too much again, but I suppose that is why I am writing: to rid myself (temporarily) of this madness. I guess I’m taking a mental shit….

…I guess it’s time to recount my weekends, which I can’t rightly recall. I’ll start with my birthday.

Friday, September 13, 1996

Well, I got drunk and woke up feeling horrible, went to the Kuya/Ate picnic with a watermelon, played frisbee with E, went to watch B’s show, ate with parents at Ling Nam, then went back to Berkeley. I don’t remember what I did that Sunday.

Friday, September 20, 1996

…I suppose I stayed at the apartment. That was probably when I did my laundry all weekend.

Friday, September 27, 1996

…namasiyal ako with A, JdG, GD, MK, and BL. (It’s scary how I don’t remember Sundays much.)

Friday, October 4, 1996 I hung out at A and JdG’s then went to Milpitas.

Friday, October 11, 1996 …[this] was the [Pilipino] heritage celebration. The actual weekend? I don’t remember!

Friday, October 18, 1996 Mark came to visit. That was cool. We went to watch Heart of the Son, grabbed some dim-sum, then gorged on an Earthquake at Ghirardelli’s

Friday, October 25, 1996 …I think I wrote about it elsewhere. And now, here I am.