It is 78˚F with a forecasted high of 72. I’m
stalling on lunch and picking up chicken
breasts. Today’s headline: Yesterday’s
Haircut Brings Back Ethnic Roots. His
hair is always hot. Jenn came over for
cocktails on Thursday. Then we went to
[indecipherable]. Fred showed. He’s
blond, too. Then I called everyone in
my telephone to join us for some sort of
liquor in a test tube that tasted like a
margarita on acid. Shut the alarm off.
The guys at the next table are discussing
a screenplay. Something about hating
women and serving a piñata for dinner.
