20 March 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

This ulcer won't quit.  It changes everything.

Children are running loose in the Post Factory.  Some sort of birthday party is going on... A child just alerted me: The Dog Just Got In!  Indeed it did.  It is sniffing under the edit bay for food.  What are you doing? the child asked.  I mumble a reply, I'm Getting Video Ready For A TV Show.  More or less the substance of half my waking life.

A little girl walks by, straddling a scooter.  She is basically walking it along with her legs planted firmly on either side of it. This Is How A Cat Rides A Scooter, she yells through my door.