2002-07-14 - 11:33 p.m.

I wanted to write something bowel-shiftingly witty today to cover the next few days, but as some bequiffed ponce once said, "Time's tide will smother you" and I still have a million things to do before I leave for Montreal in, um, nine hours. Suffice to say it's been a hard working weekend. That man again: "Spending warm summer days indoors, writing frighteningly bad travel features for a women's glossy in Soho..." I made that last bit up. The next time I write it will be from Ms Garofalo's laptop as she takes a shower. Hahaha. D'accord, mes amies. A bientot. Je t'aime (moi non plus).