Jen and I went rowing today in El Parque del Buen Retiro which is very close to the Prado and Thyssen-Bornemisza museums. It was a good row, and the first real upper body exercise I´ve had in weeks.

It helped take my mind off of all the new gossip. I just can´t hide from these women. My housemother has become a gateway through which all of the chat traffic travels and twists, turns and twizzles in and out of logical structures and symbolic gestures.

If JEFF=inMADRID(july31++) Then kill(JEFF)

I need to hurry home to if I´m going to get a game in with Vincent. I might skip dinner, considering Victoria served us a cauliflower casserole today for lunch.

I remember the first day I was served cauliflower at my godmother´s house in the 80s. Everyone thought it was funny. That shit´s not funny.