We awoke to the sound of the phone ringing. Oscar jumped out of bed and answered it. He quickly got very excited. From what he was saying I could tell that he had landed a part in a play. I seemed to recall him saying that he was an actor. Whatever the part was, he was very pleased to have gotten it.

When he got off the phone he said that he got the part of Spam in the San Francisco premier of "Love, Valour, Compassion." He had originally auditioned for another part, but this was the one he wanted. Low and behold, it wound up being the part he got. He was ecstatic.

Unfortunately he also had to go off to work. He was already late. I couldn't imagine putting in a full days work at this point. I'd only woken up, but I was hung over and exhausted. As I got dressed I wrote down Oscar's number so that we could get together later in the week. I said goodbye and walked out onto the street.

I wasn't sure where I was, but quickly found my way to Market Street. I felt like shit. I walked along on shakey legs as I made my way back to the Pension. Once there I went straight up to my room. I could now check it out in the daytime. There was a decent amount of light coming in through the window, and it was remived back a ways from the street. That reduced the noise somewhat from my other room that was directly over the hustle and bustle of Market Street. Except for the three flights of stairs I had to climb, this was the best room I'd had yet.

I stripped naked and went straight back to bed. After sleeping a couple of hours I got up and took a shower. I went back into my room knowing I had a whole lot of nothing on tap for the entire day. I was delightfully surprised to find that there was cable TV in my room. My past experiences with the Pension were entirely unsatisfactory when it came to television. But this time I was set. I'm not much for TV in general, but I knew I wouldn't be leaving the room much all day, and at least this gave me something to do.

I had told Puck that I would meet him at his health club that day. I really was in no condition for a workout. I would have gone there just for something to do, but I wasn't equipped to do much more than lie in bed. I waited until it was probably too late to call Puck and I picked up the phone. Sure enough he didn't answer. I left a message that I called and that I'd try him back another time. When I hung up the phone I had a feeling that I wouldn't be making another attempt to get together with Puck. I went back to watching TV and napping.

That evening I mustered up enough energy to go out to dinner with Kenny and Richard. They picked me up at the hotel and we drove a couple blocks up Market Street. We wound up in a little restaurante called "Blue." We had a quick dinner and walked across the street to the Metro.

We had a couple drinks, but none of us was really in the mood to socialize. Kenny in particular was completely out of it. It didn't take long before we decided to bag it. We went back to their place so I could show them the copy of VoyEx. After we settled in and I assured them that there would be no extreme male genital torture, and I got the tape playing. They were very attentive during the eight and a half minutes it plays. As soon as it was over Kenny turned to me and said, "I think it's the best work you've done yet." That was very nice to hear. I wasn't sure I agreed with him, but it was still very nice to hear.

By this time we were all very tired. We made plans to go to Santa Cruz the next day. I walked quickly back to my hotel were I watched a little more TV and went to bed.