2:38 AM

I just got back from hanging out with Alex. He's a good companion for me, I think. We listened to Oingo Boingo, smoked and, in his basement, we talked about the occult and growing up. He showed me the computer he built entirely from parts from 1995, and I hadn't been to the North Bridge since the last time we went, so we suffered the dive-bombing mosquitos to go sit there in the dark and listen for voices.
I killed an earwig when I got back to my parents' house.
Yesterday, I listened to the Violent Femmes' self-titled album for the first time in years at Greg and Marissa's. During my sophomore year of high school, when there was an addition being put onto the house and we had to stay at my paternal grandparents' house for four months, it was the only CD I had. Let me tell you, it's an off-putting feeling hearing something you've only ever listened to privately being played in front of other people.
Leland called today. I hadn't spoken to him in a couple of months, and, apparently, he obtained, and then lost, a girlfriend somewhere in that time. He doesn't seem too broken up about it, though. He has been planning to move to New Jersey and apprentice as a glassblower, so he'll only be in Baltimore another month or so. I'm thinking I may go visit him.
I never noticed how my parents' house smells before. How strange it is to think that we only notice something when we have something else with which to contrast it.