<< August 28, 2003 >>
good morning

loud knocking on door by ME's bed. he wakes up, opens the door. FAT BALDING MAN is there.
ME: uhh, rubs eyes, squints hello?
FBM: i'm here to clean the apartment.
ME: what?
FBM: are you jeff?
ME: no.
FBM: is this apartment 2?
ME: no.

i need to install a giant BEWARE OF GUN sign on my door, so that in the future, when confronted with scenarios like this one, whatever i choose to do is nice and legal.

i had a dream where phik, shaver, and i were on a plane flight from one pittsburgh airport (in the valley) to another (outside). it was a really short flight, but we didn't feel like walking up the stairs.

for dinner we had bagel burgers and watched some more season 3 simpsons at phik's.