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.