Saturday night we stayed out until morning. I slept four hours and then watched tv for four hours. Then we moved a mattress and had dinner. W fried shrimp and b chopped vegetables and together they wrapped everything up in rice paper and mixed together a peanut sauce. I sat on the windowsill, leaned and peaked my head out of it and thought of how it must rain soon. The air was full of gloom and rainy weight. They live in an apartment on the west side with high ceilings and big windows and a rooftop terrace that's soft under your feet. Tourists pose for photos on their stoop. Wine made me talkative and then sleepy. It was good to be hungry, tired, eating, sweaty, fed, and merry around a table with burning candles at the center of it. Today I watched more tv and read a little. It’s finally storming.