The net is full of assholes. Won't change how I use my journal, though.

The antiboitics don't seem to be helping.

I met mutehalo at the Diesel Café in Davis Square. I arrived early and wrote poetry. Afterward, we walked to my house together and had tea. It was good seeing him. The last several attempts to get together didn't end up happening for various reasons. But we eventually got together. I hope to see him again sometime soon.