Tomorrow will complete my first week back in D.C. after my birthday trip home. The trip will have to be gone into a great detail soon– for now, however, suffice it to say it was a long, relaxing, thoughtful, confusing eleven days away from my Washington mind and identity. 

My situation right now: I am taking a shit. Margie is changing the record in the other room– to Janis Joplin. It’s about 6:00 PM– heading into a black, long cold night. I just dropped a full hit of LSD which Dick laid on me a few weeks ago. It hasn’t started coming on yet– but it should e nice. I’ve been very apprehensive about doing this– with all of my experience in mescaline and psilocybin. 

Will continue as the evening progresses.