2 April 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

It was one of those days that can actually be described as pissing rain.  Tejal, James, Josh, Jenny, Wendy, Bob, and James's friend Aaron all sat down around a big table with me and had indian food at Bombay Dream.  Lots of little stainless steel bowls were passed around.   Afterwards, I went to see Sin City with the kids-- it was long and satisfyingly faithful to the comic, probably frustratingly so for anyone who hasn't actually read the damn thing.

My apartment door swung open and there was Samuel Buckett lounging ingloriously on my sofa.  He and Wendy pawed.  I listened to Bob recount a complicated tale involving the complex interactions of Samuel, Daniel, and Sally's neuroses (choking, fainting, and vomiting were involved).  I could smell the reek of Buffy the Vampire Slayer in the air.  After Samuel and Wendy left, I hung out with Tejal and tried to convince her to get drunk with me.  She drank tea and went home.