Today: I dreamt into the late early morning about a walking ham and cheese sandwich and a lecherous Chinese bartender.
My legs climbed a half foresty and half pastural trail.
I procured 18 yards of fleshy fabric to construct nude suits for my upcoming show.
My friend Chelsea and I ate at one of the more authentic Vietnamese restaurants in Portland. Our pho ga had both skin and liver cubes swarming around its savory broth.
I read some of last week's New Yorker and began The Turn of the Screw.
I assessed movements in approaching and recorded various hellos.
After dressing in our best garb, my man and I attended the CAP gala. We watched sultry she-men glide around, ate stale finger foods and ogled mediocre art.
