I only have two snippets today, one from last night, and one from the night before. I'm not retaining my dreams well lately.

1. I weigh myself on the scale in my apartment, and I'm only registering at 70 pounds. I wonder how this is possible; I feel thinner, but not anorexic, and I certainly don't look like I'm wasting away. I'm a medical marvel.

2. I meet up with four of my old roommates. Two are a blast to hang out with, and are cracking jokes just like the old days in Witte. The other two have developed serious drinking problems. The way they're throwing drinks back, they'll be on the market for new livers in five years. It's bizarre to see the juxtaposition of these two groups of my old roommates: one group fine and the other sliding toward rehab.