11 40 pm pdt [ bag of goodies ]
Tonight I saw a performance of
Mizlanski/Zalinski with my father. I'd actually heard it performed
as a radio play when I drove
across the country with my mother. It is quite funny, but so steeped
in Los Angeles Jewish humor, that it would probably be lost on most people
in this country.
I hadn't expected to spend the night at Matthew's parents' house, so I have wound up
at my dad's place without my customary bag of goodies. I am without my
Asimov book, my computer,
and my hairbrush. I feel in limbo. I only need a small amount of
personal items, but to be with only the clothes on my back and my driver's
lisence gives me a new perspective on essentials.
