07-05-16. It's Rica's birthday today, but I haven't gotten her anything. I might later, though.

My teeth hurt real bad on Monday, but they don't hurt too bad anymore. Now whenever I bite down, my bottom right front tooth presses on my top right front tooth all funny. I'll probably get used to it, though.

07-05-07. On Saturday, Rory, Kenny and I went to Old Pasadena and parked in a really scary parking lot that looked like the kind of place people would go to bet on illegal no-holds-barred bare-knuckle fights.

07-05-04. Last Saturday, Rica and I went to Monterey and kayaked and I got real seasick, but I didn't puke or anything.

Later that day, we went to the beach at Santa Cruz. Someone wrote "Jose is a cat" in the sand and it made me happy.