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.