During sickness I finished this little book, this story by little Jew how you say, fresh off the boat from motherland? and then Counterfeiters (faux-monnayeurs! strain that through your teeth) by Frenchman. Then bought Pynchon and criticism and Joyce, because I did not have, but don't like Joyce much, shoot me if you will but 's kind of drudgery. This is only two hundred pages in. I can't read without thinking I should be doing something else. Til Friday I'm broke and it's reading in the evening. Someone show me the Way of Resourcefulness, or perhaps it means selling all items and squatting. Slug of a mind ain't having it. Get on. Get out.
But we had a fun party! Saturday we made quiche and mexican spaghetti and a keg. For Heifer International; I turn over a new leaf; I no longer harden my heart. Or maybe it seems like this is the most worthwhile charity I've seen. $210 raised, plus what we put in ourselves, gets us a water buffalo. I imagine it going to Cambodia. That is all
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