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Today I went to lunch with rothko who drives the coolest spaceship car ever. I covet her spaceship madly. She also has much more stylish wrist braces, and I am now thinking about dying mine black. I introduced her to the deliciousness of La Madeline, which was absurdly crowded for an early lunch. I suppose everyone wanted soup like me. She's nifty keen and we must hang out more.

Last night, I had a brand new mustang towed from our apartment complex because it was parked in front of a fire hydrant. Bwahah. I think it belonged to a friend of the drug dealers. Score. Melynda, I thought of you.

Work is so slow. I took a super long lunch, and I will be here forever. Am seriously considering leaving an hour early just because I can. Reading reviews of Closer and contemplating the significance of Jude Law's cheek bones in relation to the floods in New York state. Surely there is a connection.

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Apparently _the_ performance in the film is Owen's, which excites me because I think he's such a marvellously complex actor. Unfortunately, I know the play, I know the role, and I know that he's going to get under my skin in it in a baaaaaad way.