4 August 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

Walked in to "the office" on 217 Governor Street.  Curt brought me black coffee in a mug.  Had a cursory chat with Aaron, Jeff, and Ian, and then proceeded to cut a couple scenes all day. 

Lunch was more brisket sandwiches on the porch, and for dinner we went shopping at the co-op and spent an hour or two coming up with the most outlandishly delicious grilled hamburgers and hot dogs you could think of.  I felt like I was high most of the time.  At the end of dinner and a couple bottles of great, cheap wine, Aaron and Abby danced the waltz and I sat at the wooden table eavesdropping on the conversation of the two overeducated women across from me and letting the nicotine, chocolate, and night air sink into my bones.