Rights of Cheese.

I went to a creative writing party last night. People were drinking. Andy was drunk as drunk can be. Well at least as drunk as I've ever seen. Which, lets face it, I've never seen anyone drunk until last night. He didn't barf or pee his pants or anything. But I didn't like watching him ride his bike down state street in the middle of the night with that back pack on and his loopy face.

I did make a new friend. And that is good.

Sometimes Anne and I ichat. I love hearing her tell a story. I miss her daily stories. She cooked a meal for her German family. I don't know which is a bigger breakthrough, Anne leaving home for a year to live in a foreign country or Anne cooking a meal. Anyway, she did a great job and the family liked it. Gourmet Mac n Cheese. Havarti, swiss, and nutmeg equals yumminess. The host family is the kindest family on the planet. Our prayers and family fasts paid off in this department. They keep a drawer full of chocolate in the fridge just for Anne. The dad gave up his office so that Anne could have her own room. They painted the room, they took her to Ikea to buy a bookshelf. She has already been to Belgium. They have plans to go to Holland.

Anne will go see her German friend Rosa in October. Rosa was here last year.

I am sick with a head cold and a sore throat. I am afraid of sleeping because I have had so many bad nights. I try to put off sleeping all together.

'Til next time.