Two nights ago: Many events, though I distinctly recall holding a cooked rabbit with my fingers, in an attempt to stuff it. I had pulled the skin up and there were bowls of nuts and stuffing, and a broth.
Last night: I was living with Pat in a strange house that we shared with Forbes, who is someone I went to elementary and jr. high school with. He and his friends were very noisy and dirty and I couldn't believe we were in this situation. They had taken over the living room and some back bedrooms. I was in the kitchen with a washing machine that did not run on electricity. I looked inside its basin and there was a lot of cold water in it, bubbly with soap. Sarah was over later, and she was spending the night and complained we would have to wake up extra early to clean up. I didn't understand why she cared--then later I remembered she had to leave early to get back to the bay area.
