Friday, October 25, 2002

I'm bored and hungry, and there's a little kid in the hallway of my apartment building screaming her head off.

I am sick to death of pop-up ads that I don't notice. It inevitably occurs when I am staring at the keyboard (as I do when I type) and I don't realize until 10 sentences later that nothing I've typed has actually gone through.

I'm afraid that Jamie didn't like my synopsis of Help, because I haven't heard back from her.

Did I mention I'm hungry? I knew I should have bought those sun chips that were talking to me at the store earlier.