So today is day eighteen of my being back in San Francisco. I’m still couchsurfing while I look for a job/place to live, which places me squarely in the “nomad” category. * So if anyone has a tip for a bar tending job/apartment, all submissions accepted!

Went to dinner with my old friend Nick. He ordered vegan stew. The waiter then started reciting the ingredients of the pork dish of the day. “I’ll have that,” I said. “You had me at ears.”

I’ve now made four gigantic dinners for my hosts and all surrounding couchsurfers. Only two loaves of bread turned into Giant Indestructible Crackers. Win!

I managed to convince my friends Damon and Liz to see The Dark Knight a second time. My whining skills have decidedly improved.

As Nick was leaving for DC for forever, he finally parted with his cookie recipe. So yes, I’ll make them for you, but no, I won’t tell you what to buy and in what amounts. I had to beg for two years. You can too.

Couchsurfing generally rocks, and I’ve been out nearly every night for over two weeks.

Traded massages with cool couchsurfer.

The Berkeley Kite festival!

I have now done laundry in more townhouse basements than you. **

So. Anybody have a couch?

*Bum was taken.

** Yes, you.