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I feel better.

I'm comfortable with the fact that I'm powerless to do anything about the homeless situation in this city, and if I do nothing more than continue to be aware of what is happening, make every effort to understand the how and why... then at some point I won't have to hate myself for feeling useless. And Michael, if I ever find him again, is getting more KFC.

The SFZoo is releasing the elephants. The logistics haven't been negotiated, but the decision has been made. I've heard more horror stories regarding other exhibits in the last few weeks... but I've also heard and seen some positive things. Silver lining and all that. Here's hoping.

My health issues are all cleared up. Did a 13-mile run this weekend without incident. I'm back on pace for Victoria.

The Giants are in FIRST FUCKING PLACE. I gave up trying to get tickets to the Dodgers series and instead found 8-dollar seats in Oakland for the A's-Giants game Friday. It's gonna be rowdy. I can't wait. I hate the A's almost as much as I hate the Dodgers.

And... my brother's in town and we're going to see Maritime at Bottom of the Hill tonight. I miss The Promise Ring sooooo goddam much and just to hear Davey's voice live again is going to make everything right in the world for just one night.

And that's all I need. One night at a time.

Especially since I'll be heartbroken at the Fillmore on Saturday when Beulah plays their last show. Snif.

But until then...!