10:24 am. Spoke to Rick Alverson while jogging. He asked me what’s going on in my life that isn’t in the journal. I said, “Just sex stuff.” He said, “That’s already in the journal.” I said, “Not really. I leave a lot out.” He said, “Your journal is like a PG-rated version of a porn film.”
11:38 pm. Today was street cleaning, so I was looking for a parking spot when one suddenly opened up on the non-street cleaning side - the parking equivalent of winning the lottery, because it meant that I wouldn’t have to repark the car at 1:00 pm and risk not finding a spot. But the car in front of me also wanted that spot. Because I was right behind him, and because there was a car right behind me, I was able to outmaneuver him and grab the spot. He was angry and got out of his car and marched towards me.