Wednesday, September 12, 2007

not spoon or knife

I spend so much time in my car that I've developed a driver's tan. My left arm is significantly browner than my right. Going to have to rectify that.

Tonight, going to the UCB. Lived close to the NYC one in Chelsea, but never got around to going. I had no comedy-loving friends in NYC, believe it or not.

I feel a little sick. Maybe food poisoning. Frick.

This is, like, the most boring post ever. Fork.

(that was me putting a fork in it -- from now on, when I want to say 'Finished' or 'Done,' I'm gonna say 'Fork' instead)

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In summing up, I wish I had some kind of affirmative message to leave you with. I don't. Would you take two negative messages?
-- Woody Allen