I told Maricel everything SWSNBN had to say about me...

She said the description was 98 percent wrong. Though she would not tell me what the 2 percent that was correct might be. But she said the sex more and made up for it.
"You're drunk." I said.
"You made me three martinis." She said.
I somehow pulled what I believe to be an ancient Dorothy Parker quote. "I love a martini, two at the most. Three I'm under the table, four I'm under the host."
She held up her glass. "Hit me."

Maricel says she's no expert...

but that in her opinion, one kid in the class is likely autistic. The rest of them need to be slapped. But again, she's no expert. And I didn't say it. So nobody get mad at me.
"Actually probably the parents." She said. "The parents need to be slapped."
"You're just slapping all kinds of people." I said.
"Bring your girlfriend back here." Maricel said after she took a sip from her martini.
"You're my girlfriend." I said
"I'm alledging that you're my fiance now." She said.
"That's it, label me." I said. "They all want to label me."
"Start on that next batch of drinks while you're at it." She said.

I went to see Weezer...

And he was looking so much better. He was off the ventilator, though still on oxygen. He opened his eyes and seemed pretty happy to see me. I told him the fascinating narrative of SWSNBN earring hunt. After about twenty minutes he mouthed what I took to be "present."
"I've got presents for you." I said.
He blinked and said. "Yours."
"You have a present for me?" I asked. "Cool."
"Find." He said.
"Shh" I said. "Not so much talking. I didn't find it yet. But I suck at finding stuff, don't I."
He smiled a little and drifted back to sleep.

Maricel looked like I felt...

"Bad day?" I asked.
"I need a nap." She said.
"Get on with your bad self then." I said.
"Do you want a break?" She offered.
"Nap." I said.
A couple of hours later she came down to let me know she was starting dinner.
"You wanna go out?" I offered.
She said cooking helped her unwind and that it was a mess upstairs. I briefly outlined some of this morning's events. I do not think she was pleased that SWSNBN was mucking around in her apartment. I was bound to raise her ire sooner or later.
She made shrimp for dinner, so I don't think she was too irked with me.
We traded bad day stories. For actual physical stress a room full of autistic fifth graders won hands down. But I think I won on the emotional pain level. There was no prize however.

I felt like absolute crap for the rest of the day...

Not sure why. There's not a doubt in my mind that I am in a much better place than I was when I lived with SWSNBN. But you're in a much better place after having a tumor cut out, odds are you still feel like hell. I guess I'd thought the wound had healed up better than it actually had. Probably not too good an idea to pick at the stitches. It's likely a combination of things that put me in my funk. Weezer on a ventilator, thinking about Danny's crash... Oddly, I don't think moving in the new girl has much to do with it. Sometimes it's hard to believe Maricel and SWSNBN are the same species. Maybe Maricel has mutant girlfriend powers. I dunno. I finally got a reply from Danny. A short one and franky I was expecting more interest with the combination of Comic-con and a hot new girlfriend. Maybe he's mad at me, I have been a fair-weather friend lately. He made some truly generic chit-chat about Florida, but he did make reference to a funny sunburn incident from our youth in the last sentence, so maybe he was softening towards me. I told him to make sure they rubbed in the sunscreen. Then a customer came in and looked around kind of hopefully. I think he was looking for Maricel. Seeing that there wasn't a pretty girl in sight, he bought a comic book and left. Cheapskate. Just kidding, I love every last one of you no matter how much you spend. Oh, a bunch of new stuff in the Ebay store today! So get to buying!
See you in the funny paper...
Simon