Last night was wonderful. Went to an AmerIndian death feast last night. Spent time with a grove member and got to know him better. It makes me feel much better to have found the new family I have. Each one of them, with their own psychosis and their own uniqueness to add to me and me to them. It’s wonderful. I feel a bit odd, from the other day. The Marine came in and told me to call him and let him know when good concerts would be coming up. That means he’s allowed to see me socially again, meaning his fiance has either gotten tolerant, or non-existant. I hope it’s not the latter. He loves her, even though it means leashing himself. He held his left hand in his pocket, every moment I saw him, but he followed me around to talk. I feel bad, I didn’t get the time I wanted to. Every time I’d turn to talk to him, someone else would walk up and take my attention. I miss our discussions. But, I do know what I’m going to get him for Holiday. Just need to make sure that skull is available.