23 August 2004 - 7:21 p.m.

Today I met Jim's friend, Chotch, who, contrary to his nickname, is not goofy or goofy looking.

I am always surprised when people with silly nicknames aren't, like, bad-looking cut ups.

In other, real news, The Scream got stolen from the Munch museum. Holy crap! Gus said they think they will try to get the museum to pay ransom, since it's too famous of a painting to like, sell on eBay or whatever. I think it's also possible that a wealthy eccentric living as a recluse had it stolen.

Specifically, I blame J.D. Salinger.

And just when I thought that was the most exciting thing that could happen to day, check it out!

The only thing is that once Alan Alda is on The West Wing, my existence might be complete, and then I might have to die a casualty of Karmic justic.

But, no. I can hang on until the Lewton films make it to DVD.

What I'm wearing: White capri pants, pink t-shirt.

What I'm reading: Between books.

What I'm doing after this: Stretching my wrist (ow).