For some reason I cannot recall if I’ve already read “Cat’s Cradle,” though I am fairly certain that I have.
I am already ridiculously amused by it.
David and I returned from Vegas at about 8 p.m. It was a pleasant trip. I am very happy.
The old fart is sleeping on my lap right now. Har.
The Big Lebowski is on.
“Sex can be a natural, zesty enterprise.”
This day, Thursday, seems to be promising. Sushi for lunch with Damo and Viveros.
Thai food in LA and a Gael Garcia Bernal movie marathon with Nancy, Kathy, and David.
And at some point I need to do laundry and pick up my bike from Donna’s house in Wilmington.
Rapid update. I will write something more substantial about Las Vegas perhaps in a day or two.