So 932 on my last beer in the Max lounge before my taxi back to Midi for the train home. So, no I did nothing naughty again on this trip to Brussels (third time in a row?). Did not even make my pilgrimages to Baudelaire or Lady Richmond. A short stay in Cine Paris, two quite good films, and in a state of great arousal to Fifth Avenue. Plenty of girls there today, some old faces, some new faces; one curvy new Brazilian with black hair the pick of them. I decided to stay there till I was drunk enough to feel wild enough to do something. In the end I eventually left and came back for a pizza, then out like a light—till 138 in the morning.