Sunday, May 12, 2002

I feel better. I spent a lot of time in the arm chair, watching Catherine clean, more or less reading Coachella (which, incidentally, is turning out to be a better book than Seven Moves--I abandoned that one about 1/2 way through last night). Sunny and Ed stopped by for dinner, but didn't stay too long. That's what I like in a guest: good company while they're here, polite enough to excuse themselves early in the evening. I think I'll go to bed and finish my book.

Powell's is double-damned now. I ordered some CDs off the web on Wednesday, and they arrived today. Any shipment from Powell's? No, of course not.

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