This morning woke up at a nice 9 AM. It was very unusual 
because Pat was actually home and we got to hang out and talk a little bit. He’s on vacation this week and I got my pension check so I wrote him a check
for the rent. Pat
dug down his awning last night to light comes into the hallway and I don’t need light to see my key
out when I walked outside. Holy shit it was nicer,
so humid, nice breeze, sexy a little cool. I got the mics and did a little bit of
washing dishes and we talked for a bit. His appointment 
for Friday for the study got canceled cousin he had cancer in the last 10 years. They then took out the garbage and then went to 16th and
JFK for my 11:51 AM train ride to Ardmore
to meet the woman by 12:30 PM. When we met and I had some of my super coffee and rested, and then we went to her garage and took the car and drove out to Bala Cynwyd to Presidential
Boulevard to this optometrist 
place. This weird old dude got in front of the line and took 10 minutes just to check in. Any left and then he came back. It’s now 1:25 PM.
she just got
seen. This optometrist office is really weird and watch a little rooms carpeting and it was sort of very geriatric.
We finally did leave and just when I 
was about to leave the place I get a call from Mike’s physical therapist that he’s going to go to the hospital via Uber because he started getting bad cramps but he thinks it’s
his hernia acting up again. And I think the last time you get a 
hernia and go to work Johnny got sepsis so She’s kind of fucked up. I
eventually took the train and waited 40 minutes, but it was better than paying
$62 to via Uber. Can you believe it 62 bucks to go downtown
screw that. I also was talking to my sister in some old grouchy. Keyser
told me to be quiet so I just hung up Alice I’m on the train now
it’s 336. I should be at Mike’s place by 4 PM. Well, I decided since I had an hour
night sorry to warrant around in Center City for a moment and wait
for Mike to call NET at Courle anice waiting for an ultrasound to be done. I
went back to his place, put away the moms meals ate a little bit of food and decided I’d meet some people
CODA early at some sushi restaurant eight minutes from the Fairmount
station of the Broad Street line. I’m feeling a little bit of a scratchy
throat and I hope it’s nothing.
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