Took a walk this afternoon. Went by several old childhood haunts, including my elementary school and the houses a few friends lived in. And the old Silver Ball Arcade. But I didn't hop the gate and go in. The stairs and door haven't been there since they remodeled the place many years ago.

While I was out, a friend called. I called him back, and it turned out that it was his birthday and I'd forgotten. He was going to go to a Kool Keith concert. I told him that I couldn't hang out, though, because I was just in a weird mental space and wouldn't be much fun to be around. I feel like such a heel.

Broke down during dinner.