12 March 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

I had a grilled chicken salad at Scaramouche and Steve Holtzman walked in.  We sat next to each other as the brilliant sun shooting in through the window slowly dimmed.  We talked about our respective reality shows and about working nights, and how once a week you have a giant sleepfest.  It's absolutely true.  Unfortunately, there's only so many hours in a day, so many days in a week, and so many weeks in a year.  Life must be lived.

But how do I live my life properly when I'm wandering in a sleep-deprived, dreamlike state?

At least I finally finished Daniel Kleinfeld's graphics.  

I ate a pepperoni pizza and drank two bottles of red wine with Bob and Peg and cried while watching "In America."  Honestly, who hasn't wanted to cry while watching that film?