March 19, 1999

Friday is upon us. I am starving this morning. I'm not a breakfast person. Breakfast only makes me hungrier. My breakfast consists of large quantities of coffee and cigarettes. On top of being hungry, my stomach is a bit, how shall I say, grumbly? Last night me and Ally ventured to a Mexican restaurant in the college district. It's in an old house, and I believe we sat in what once was the living room. It was decorated in a way I always dreamed Mexico would look: chandeliers with multi-colored light bulbs, pi�atas hanging from the ceiling, and homemade tissue paper cutouts of such Mexican symbols as cacti, donkeys, sombreros, and maracas. Ole, baby! The food was excellent though, and a refreshing change from the Mexican chain restaurants that I will not mention. I enjoyed "Combo platter number 9", which consisted of 3 different variations of spiced meat products, vegetables, and cheese, all of which were incorporated in a tortilla of some form. Of course, it was served with the obligatory Mexican rice stuff. The red stain on the table and the 4-car parking lot added to the experience. The waitress was also a genuine Mexican. I was going to tell her that, "the rhythm is gonna getcha!" on my way out, but figured it best to leave peacefully. The food was excellent, but I think it is the cause of my gastrointestinal mayhem this morning.

Afterwards, we went back to Ally's place and yelled at each other. It wasn't fun. Sometimes I wish I had the balls to just say "Good-bye forever" and walk out, but I'm not that cold. She has been an incredible friend, and I do care about her. The timing is bad, that's all. She wants a meaningful relationship, and part of me doesn't have the energy for that after the last year. Anyway...

Looking forward to the weekend, although I have no plans. Maybe I'll catch a rockabilly show tonight. Maybe not. Rock on.