just had a fabulous night with my sarah girl, drove up to marin. checked out the famous sweet water bar in mill valley, we passed for the covercharge, though there was a lookalike U2 cover band. but the crowd was too marin and outdated. we went to the 2 am club. i hunkered down on the solitaire machine. then we played Ms. Packman. that was the most satisfying thing i've done in weeks.
sarah and i played some guys to pool, and sarah swept the whole table everytime, 3 solids in a row. that girl is solid.
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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