With Gusto

Word Trippin'

Felicita's at 5pm, our house sometime later, then over to R. and R.'s place for some food. We were pretty hungry and ate a lot of mushrooms, then watched R.'s older animations.
This strange woman came over. Jodi. She said she was high on vodka, but apparantly that's what she always says. I don't like being around strange women when I'm not expecting them. I feel like an idiot for just sitting on a couch, but then don't really know what to say in return. Then she left. I came home when it was light out and then later that day made the best potatoes of the century. Mashed Yukons with mustard powder, crushed garlic and peppercorns, milk, butter, dill, steamed brocoli and mushrooms.

Last night my Japanese bowl was smashed to smithereens by a stranger's 40 of OE. I was discussing traditional Japanese eating ware and there was an entourage around the plate, and then it died.
Material possessions mean nothing to me. I could have made him feel terrible. The drunk.

Today was a resting up day because there's some people who may be coming over tonight.