i'm going to photo services today, to order pictures of mulch, and then to the dairy to get some soup. ah good times.

i have to say it was strange walking through the hall outside the morgan theatre and seeing a picture of me in dangerous liasons. besides reminding me how nancy always wanted to put me in pink, i felt a small swelling of importance. (you're there too, annette, so feel free to swell.)

i'm reading this militant book on punctuation called eats, shoots and leaves. i can't believe this thing was a runnaway hit in england. but then again i can't believe a lot of things: mainly this recent epidemic of bad backs- bruce? erik? anyone else? god, you'd think the two of you made money on them. dirty gigilos.