wake up at 10am feeling stiff and mentally unbalanced. strange dreams, none of which I can remember. walk into work. i always wind up leaving my bike at UC Berkeley because I like walking home at night in the cold air listening to music, but in the morning I’d really rather just get in ASAP. Obviously if I had my way I would have an infinite number of bikes. as it is i just wonder why i prefer walking around at night.

tuesdays and thursdays are always nearly useless because of my two classes in the afternoon. portuguese at noon and advanced cell biology from 2 to 3:30. fell asleep in cell biology, again with very pleasant dreams. the last time i fell asleep in that class i dreamed i was in a cafe watching a beautiful waitress.

Gareth and Gordon and I went to San Francisco for dinner. it’s windy and cold in berkeley but calm and cold in the city. unable to get a bearing on my directions it takes me a few wrong turns before i locate the House of Nan King, one of the finest chinese food restaurants in my known world. After dinner we wander into North Beach and at the end of a little indecision go into a bar across the street from City Lights books. Apparently Jack Kerouac drank there. Gareth runs into yet another friend from his college who gives us free drinks. I’m distracted by the waitress, whose face seems much older than it is: severe and undeniably beautiful.