Dreamed of going for a walk in my sock feet; climbing out of a mahnoe into the street and being slow to remove my second leg; reflecting that True Grit is one of those westerns that ends with a scene evoking home.
Dinner was pork steak.
Went to a Games Meetup at the Ryserson Hub. We played Fiasco, an RPG in which we created characters in a Coen Brothers world 9here, a town in the Wild West). I was a land agent who salted mining claims and ended up running off to Alaska. Larry brought some overcarbonated vanilla cream soda and when I opened the cap just a little it went all over the place!
That game reminded me of creating scenarios in acting class.
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