Yesterday: My presence was required at my father's church. A little acting exercise- act vapid and bubbly! Good for my later employment there at a few summer camps. We went together to War of the Worlds afterward, which was... ok. Talked through it with my brother Luke. I made Austrian food for dinner. An (Austrian style, not at all American) potato salad, Nockerl (fucking HARD by hand) and Kaiserschmarren. Anyway, it was very Austrian- not at all pretty, but tastes good. Everyone agreed. And you know what else? I found Nutella at the Morrocroft grocery store. Fuck yeah.

Today: I tracked down my financial aid. I like Wachovia. Still don't know if I'm broke or rich, but I'll figure that out later. I shared with Luke the glories of Nutella. Washed about a million dishes from last night. My sister cooked Persian for us tonight- tasty. Am reading A Scanner Darkly (Philip K. Dick), which Pierce lent me. I have a 2-week deadline on it, because then it has to go to Bryan, but I'll be done within the next 2 days or so. I'm slow and unfocused about it, dunno why. He lent me two other books, one is the new Palahniuk, but if even Pierce's stomach was turned, I dunno if I want to. Although he was a little hung-over at the time.

Tomorrow: My turn to cook again. I'm thinking Japanese. Then the Hot Hot Heat concert.

Next day or so: I want to see Howl's Moving Castle at the Manor.

In a little bit over 2 weeks: Michi comes back already. Not to say that this particular separation has been painless (sure as hell hasn't), but- I've had worse. 2 weeks, that's nothing. And then life will begin all over again, us together as gypsies for about a month, then Chapel Hill/Raleigh, and I get to learn a new stretch of highway by heart.