New York was wonderful and London was wonderful, but I'm happy to be home. Clarence has meowed a stern lecture to me for leaving him alone, but I gave him some butter as a treat (his favorite!) and he seems to have forgiven me. And he seems satisfied with the care he got in my absence. (Thanks!)
Taking a week off seems to have improved my poker game-- I played eight SNGs tonight, and finished in the money in seven of them. Getting hit in the head with the decks might have had something to do with it, maybe, perhaps.
If you're anywhere near San Francisco, hie thee over to the Castro theater pronto to see Milk. I saw it last night, and I was extremely impressed. Sean Penn has never been one of my favorite people, but he gave a spectacular performance. Hey, what are you waiting for? Go!
As for me, I'm going to take a long hot bath then crash.
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