SI,TW.

It's 3 am, and I'm sitting in my kitchen making Annie's and trying to write a film review. Today, I went to lunch with Hadas, helping her find the world's most perfect outfit in the process. Visited Claire Martin after, where we talked and took a nap together. The intimacy of a very long and complex friendship. Where to go from here?

People are slowly begin to go back to their respective schools/new lives/what-have-yous. Home is becoming something much different nowadays. Still, though, I find myself reminiscing, perhaps once too often, about the days when the bubble that extended from Marin to San Francisco was enough to keep me -- scratch that, all of us -- satisfied.

In other news, I'm pretty sure my dentist tried to kill me the other day. What a profession to take on, one in which you know that everyone who walks through the door is there only because they have to be. I was there about 6 months ago, and the same 1996 issue of Highlights magazine was on top of the dated, scarp stack. Seriously, a subscription to even Reader's Digest? Anything? Sorry, y'all, but I'm an anti-dentite and proud of it. Suck it, Tim Watley.