8 : 3 5 P M MOM, IS THAT YOU? The performance piece was about this woman who was a housewife who blamed everything on her mother who taught her to cook when she was a girl. So she kills her mother and cuts her up and takes her home. Then she freezes her and eats her bit by bit over the next few years, using up all her mother's old recipes one by one. It was pretty sick, even for Twisted Ol' Me. I kept waiting for my mom to want to leave but she seemed to be liking it. Then when it was over, which was practically midnight, we started walking south. I kept one eye out for a cab so we could get home since it was way past her bedtime, but my mom was in a talkative mood. First she told me about this research she was doing on the history of gargoyles for an article she hoped to write for the suburban paper. Then she was telling me about what she had planted in the new garden behind the house. Then she was going on about a trip she was planning to Tibet. Tibet? Was this my mom?