11 September 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)
All day long, I looked at Johnny Lechner. Johnny Lechner getting hit on. Johnny Lechner hitting on.
I stopped off at a little red bar that I quite enjoyed. I had 3 glasses of wine at happy hour.
The day became a classic assistant editing nightmarish eternity that I lived through with peanut butter sandwiches and catnaps.