Saturday, February 19, 2000
 
 
"Excuse me, who are you?"
 
It's impossible to chew something up with your finger in your mouth.
 
I paid $2.50 for this bottle of water and I'm going to finish it.
 
My hair looks a little better when it is slightly disheveled.
 
While I swirled the brandy, I could almost imagine that the aromatic liquor was unconfined by a glass and merely playing over my upturned palm.
 
  
     
     
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