I took myself out on a date tonight. I painted and cleaned my apt all day today so I took myself out. Away from the fumes. I got dressed in the clothes I like myself best in. I liked myself. Ouch. I got estoned. Ay yai chi chi. I masturbated. Hey, I’m takin’ myself out – I’m gonna get lucky fist thing. Don’t have to wait till the end when you’re dating yourself. I cleaned up and went out onto the street. I’m hungry and I’m takin’ myself to dinner. I bet there’s a space at the bar at Puerto Allegre. Oh yeah. You cannot believe how fast that first margarita goes down. I order me up some dinner. Enchilada plate fits perfectly in my stomach. That is, mixed with another margarita. They showed war films on the TV while I ate. They (NBC) flipped back and forth between the Pacific and the European front. Gorgeous stuff. I paid up and hit the streets again. Takin’ myself for a walk. Around the bleedin’ Mission. I got cold after a while and came home to my stinky house and my ‘puter. And as is usually the case after going to Puerto Allegre, I'm giong to bed drunk.