28 January 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Mister Thermometer picked me up from the Lambert St. Louis airport in a rusty, beat-up compact car.  We drove over the gray hills and looked at weird billboards for local businesses.  I told Mr. Thermometer, if I ever wanted to show someone America in one day, I would drive them around St. Louis.

We went to a Vietnamese restaurant and had some amazing iced coffee. 

Elliot Smith's last album was better than I expected.  I sat there stone cold sober while Mister Thermometer and Jack got drunk.