13 March 2004 - 12:01 a.m.

Sometimes I feel guilty about how mcuh I like Chris Noth.

Sometimes I gwet drunk. I wish this could happen gradually, like it did not, tonight.

I wish it was warm. I wish I was in Dixie, painting the rock, like I was this time last year. I have the hair for it.

Don't ask.

Or rather, ask my fucking stylist.

Fuck.

It's FridY NIGHT.

What am I doing on Diaryland? Writing a stream of consciousness entry?

Who am I, James Joyce?

OKay, I have to watch a DVD.

What I'm wearing: blah.

What I'm reading: The Book History Reader or some shit.

What I'm doing after this: Tostitos.