Saturday, June 07, 2003

I slept fourteen hours. It felt like five. I really need to become active, as the allure of sleeping, eating and defecting has faded.

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend full of friends, drinks, flirting, car accidents, DUI's, and permanent paralysis.

By the way the diet log is ready, though due to a little accident with some doughnuts the daily entries won't kick into force until Monday.


Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost how it feels about dogs.
Christopher Hampton