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I slept for almost twenty four hours. I ate Italian at the bay. I was the last table. The food was overpriced as usual. There was another table when I sat of two couples and four children. It was obvious who was paying by his rooster stance as he looked on the table as if it were his kingdom. My memory fails to deliver the name of the dish. Clams, scallops and shrimp with a cream sauce. A Pinot Grigio with a Italian label. I resisted the urge for a cigarette. When I returned home, I found a pink flower from a tree in the middle of my hallway. This flower was dead center, as if place for my attention. I do not know who has been here. I have a considerable amount of cash and fine pistols here. My laptop is here. My finer clothes have not been touched. I'm not thrilled by this discovery to say the least. I have a considerably higher security lock I could install. I think I will order a few cameras first. I would rather know who is entering. A face shot with my .71 caliber French Sea Service pistol will make quite the design on my wall. I'm in need of a different decor.

The sun is rising. I hate this part of the day. I can't stand the sound of birds in the morning. The cars and foot traffic as the sheeple make their way to work. Why can it not be quiet and dark all the time? I pass another night with the usual disregard for money. I really need to stop this. I purchased a opening night ticket to see Bashmet. I hope I do not run into my ex girl friend's friend. Her husband is another renowned violist. I find the need to seat further back as I can not think of anything less pleasing than having to go through the formality of speaking with her. Cyrano is playing as well. I need to have my shirts hemmed and brought in. Perhaps a new suit.

I'm still awake. This is nothing new. My eyes can barely handle day light now.

She slipped a note under my door last night. It had a seal drawn like my tribal sleeve. She lives two stories up in my building. I txt her when I noticed the note. I didn't want to have a awkward moment if we should ever run into each other. She txt today and asked me to escort her to a festival. It was the first time I have been outside in the daytime in awhile. She's very attractive and artsy. We do not have a lot in common, but the date went smooth. She's younger than I am and anything that spawns from this relationship will be physical. The thought of her in my bed is tantalizing at the moment. I'm confident her shaking in my arms will be satisfying.

I woke with two hours of sunlight. Auxerre style steak, potatoes and salad. I went for my nightly walk. I try find places where there is no one to walk. It's hard to find anywhere like that. So, I walk down seedy streets with the bums and the occasional drug dealer. Sometimes I feel like a vampire while I walk. These would be the perfect feeding grounds.

I complained to my doctor of constant Deja Vu the other day. I had a strange encounter with an Italian in a shop tonight. He tells me he is in the fine art business and ask me to stop by while handing me his card. Deja Vu is the companies name. Why has things like this been happening so frequently? I feel like someone is playing games with me. My memory is not great, so this confuses matters even worse.