Woke up this morning on Wacovia bank ledge. Not too cold, not too many people passing by. Talked to my friend Bill, who gave me a hundred dollars as a housewarming gift. Very excited about getting my new place, and getting me off the streets. Told my social worker about getting kicked off my church steps; she was nearly incredulous. Apparently, according to her, the real problem with me and City Shelter is that I make other people feel inadequate. Interesting...
It was a hoax.
Apparently, the guy I was trying to rent the room from was trying to illegally skip out without telling the landlord. Oh, well....
Had a consolatory lunch of port wine, Stilton cheese, whole-wheat bread, and walnuts, put most of my stuff in my "office" in Yale Library, and spent the day striking up conversations with random strangers.
Back in Yale Library; going to sign off.