2001-06-03 - 11:10 p.m.

i worked a 17 hour day today. it's sunday. sympathy much?

i've got a block of english mature cheddar, a tall glass of oj, a warmed, bathed body sitting butt naked in my clean apartment with a smelli candle lit and i'm damn glad i'm not drinking a beer tonight.

it's hard to explain. it's a suddle decision. it lives on the inside.