Whoa I'm sorry, boy I stepped into some kind of alternate dimension where time wasn't moving and when I stepped back out again time had moved. Here we are.
Working so much. I have cried from the sheer weight of it but on the plus side I'll have money for the hot sandy beach calling my personal name this winter.
Doing stuff with other people. Sometimes with other people's children, but then aren't we all other people's children? We are, we are.
Tomorrow I'm going to Prague to a garden party at the embassy. As one does.
A weekend in London. This time I think I'm going to touch the art.
Next week I'm going to see Laurie Anderson in Budapest. I almost can't articulate my love for her except I totally can because somebody asked me yesterday and it poured out.
The next week my sister's coming. I just can't even do my anticipation justice here. It's been five years.
After that, it's hermit time. I'm... I don't know. Dancing as fast as I can. No drugs and no dramatically bad hair, just trying to make my body outspin the dervish of my heart.