The sun shines on cold Vermont

Things are looking up. My 3 minute reading is over, and went really well. Before I came, Goetz told me that people look at you differently after the waiter reading, that they start to see the individual behind the apron, or something, but I thought that that was probably just true for him because he read his nipple poem. But no. Today, I keep hearing things like "I really like your poems, and is there any more soup?"

The soup, by the way, is always the same kind, cream of butter. Mmmmmm.