Noon now at the Senior Center. Friday was here waiting for me when I came in this morning, along with his friend Craig (who is, in Friday's words, hanging around waiting for Friday's GAU check to come in tomorrow); I walked us all down to the Synagogue and bought us latti (on credit), thence to Value Village, where, for ten dollars, I bought the foam pad, and we lost Craig; so thence to the Satellite Diner, where, with omlets, we had Bloody Marys. Thence here again, while I wait, having given Friday forty dollars apurpose, for him to bring me damn-it-all forty dollars worth of methedrine. This once he had better deliver; and knowing what's at stake, I am sanguine to think that he will. Then maybe I can lose this twenty pound gut. Magari, as they say in Italian.