The heater works wonders. No more dripping on us at night from the hatch above where we sleep. No more puddles under the mattress that we tried to fight w/the heat bar. No more wet walls. Anyway, today was a nice chill day. Worked on the boat a little this mornin', then left. We chilled in Venice again & finally I heard the guy on roller skates who plays guitar w/a little amp strapped to him. I called my mom today & talked to her for a while while I shared coffee w/Brett. **** got my email & told my mom, "Cristy emailed me & it was all about God (which it wasn't. Just some)- & she knows I don't believe. It was kind of annoying." -Okay. Whatever ****. I knew she'd feel that way anyway.
The rest of this entry is drama I don't care to share about a friend who was going through a hard time. I discuss w/ myself how I should just cut off all contact with her & pray for her. & that's what I decided to do.
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