February 13, 2001
Anne's BBQ and the snails
Anne Carroll's BBQ: Anne (a former professor of mine) had a barbeque and Matt's last semester poli sci professor was there too. I asked Brooks where I should move the trash to -- by the staircase to the basement apartment or by the door to the kitchen. I think the house was somewhat like Carmody's backyard. He told me to just leave it, but I already had the bag in my hands. I got BBQ sauce on my fingers and was quite repulsed.
Then I was inside a living room not unlike Mimi's (the grandmother who hated me). I was on the couch with someone, watching all these children come in and out the front door. I just remember thinking that I was glad they weren't mine.
On one of my websites, the "administration" (webhosting company or service provider--I'm not sure) had lost one of my journal entries. Then they found it, printed it off, and photographed it at the bottom of a box with two snails in it. When I saw it, I was incredibly confused because I couldn't figure out from where the snails had come.