9 February 2002 - 8:56 p.m.

Happy Mardis Gras! If I had a webcam, I would show you my tits.

No I wouldn't. What the hell is wrong with you?

I thought, before I go and partay my hiny off, I would update and tell you about the kind of sucky thing that happened today.

Today was good/uneventful - nice weather, errands, which kind of cancelled out. But then I had to babysit, and as I was checking out the new digital cable in my landpeople's house, I discovered that a Woody Allen movie was just ending. I hate missing Woody Allen movies. It's because I love Woody Allen. But then I noticed that Richard Dreyfuss had recorded the movie Bullets Over Broadway on Tivo. Yeah, Richard Dreyfuss!! That's the way to use your powers for good!

But something went wrong as soon as it started to record, and instead of Bullets Over Broadway, Martha Stewart got recorded. Gross.

So that was sad. And now that Richard Dreyfuss is at home, probably not disturbing his sick wife, he is probably discovering that he will not be able to watch his movie tonight. Poor Richard Dreyfuss.

Also, informal poll to my regular readers: is my diary more exciting now that I've started referring to Marvin as Richard Dreyfuss? Let me know.

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