Got Kicked Out of a Party

Went to the writing workshop today. It was good; beneficial. I was with Paula and her fox puppet, who is traveling with her.

I went to the T.S. Elliot reading by a super cool actor. Perhaps you've heard of him, if not him explicitly. He was the reader who once took six days in London to read the whole of Ulysses.

The performance was an hour so I shlept over to Paula's dinner party.

There are often fly fishermen along the river. I found a wallet walking along the cobblestone path. I went to reach for it to take it to the pice station and it was yanked out of my way. It's an old prank, but a good one. I laughed because I was happy.

Once i got to the party, dinner was long offer, but there was cheese and chocolate. I was told, "I know you just got here but it's time for you all to leave." I wanted to talk to my benefactor, thanking him for his generosity. The hostess reminded us again that it was time to go. So I stayed another 20 minutes and then went home.

There are often fly fishermen along the river. I found a wallet walking along the cobblestone path. I went to reach for it to take it to the pice station and it was yanked out of my way. It's an old prank, but a good one. I laughed because I was happy.

I am often alone, but this place makes me happy.