i’ve spent almost all day reading so far. it’s very rewarding, you know. you really ought to try it.

it’s pretty quiet around here today so far. dom and his friends went out for the afternoon. they found a strip club that serves a pizza buffet from noon to two. can you believe that? what a ridiculous combination. but they said it was too funny not to go, so they went, i’m assuming. unless they showed up and were told there was no buffet, which would be enough to send them back out the door. they really wanted that pizza. i’m anticipating an account of that experience when they get back. they have to come pick me up so i can go with them to dinner at pink’s hot dogs, a quick trip to the observatory to see the city lights from above, and back down the hill for a 10 o clock show at the groundlings. i’m really looking forward to that last part especially. soooooo funny. someone told me david cross from mr. show, whom i think is totally hilarious, is a groundlings alum. that’s pretty cool, maybe he’ll be there then. (impeccable logic, brian).

i’m feeling sort of restless and romantic now from reading about such sweet things, and i have utterly no way to relieve that sort of emotional tension right now. blast it all. this is the sort of thing only rock and roll and maybe playstation can help to subside. it’s too bad that’s what it comes down to, but it’ll have to do for this afternoon. hot dogs and improv might help too, so at least i’ve got the right sort of evening planned.

why is it so difficult to wrap things up gracefully? i never know what a good last thing to say is. good bye just doesn’t quite serve my purposes. maybe it’s because the truth of the matter is, i’m still gonna be around afterward. so why even say good bye at all?