March 12, 2014

First night off book.  It was too soon, and the limping round was probably not profitable. A stalked out at the beginning, saying he would not return until he was shown some respect. It looked to me like he had been refused a brownie from a batch somebody had provided, but that couldn’t have been the whole story.

Did some painting yesterday, smeared it out.

Rain on my newly planted plants.

Facebook reveals that New York GayFest is no more. Both a shame, and not.