Don’t Roll Your Eyes at Me. Thank You.

I ate some pasta and drank some Austrailian wine. Sometimes, I feel a punchline to what someone else has said but it takes a fucking eternity to get there. So, those that know me tend to roll their eyes as I begin, “Have you seen ‘Moscow on the Hudson’?” because they know it’s going to be a long night.

People are real polite here. Like those chipmunks that say things like “indubitubly”.

I bought some socks today, too. I’ve been wearing the same pair for at least 3 days. I put them in the window sill to let them air out. I’m excited about tommorrow. New socks!

Everyone should have a one-man show.

I had shitty pizza last night.

I listened to Frank Zappa after dinner.

This is the cultural capital of the world right now so I’m told.

I had an eclair at the bakery on the way home from bad pizza last night. It was dry. If you see my belly when I get back you will know why it is large.

People love smoking here. Alot. They smoke and smoke and smoke and it’s more normal than American smoke.

I drank some apple juice and some wine and some scotch and some orange juice. Today.