Thursday, Jul. 29, 2004 - 4:08 P.M.

Fair warning: This entry is extremely disjointed. I have an excuse. Today, I am extremely disjointed. And discombobulated. And disenfranchised. All the dis�s. Except for disarming. No sweetness and charm around today.

A woman in Washington was arrested on July 16th for eating a candy bar. Let this be a lesson to you: Crime Doesn�t Pay(Day). Also? Tossed in the pokey for a PayDay? I can see, maybe, a Butterfinger. Certainly a Mounds bar. But, a PayDay? She does work for the government. Perhaps that�s explanation enough.

I forgot to mention one thing about my recent road trip. We drove past a home well into the process of being remodeled. There was a large construction dumpster sitting out in front of the house. The name on the side of the dumpster was not graffiti, it was not hastily spray-painted, it was obviously the name of the construction and/or waste company providing the dumpster. It was quite carefully, clearly and cleanly painted on each side. The name? Asscock. I surely hope that is not someone�s last name. Although, if it isn�t, then how to explain it? I mean, someone actually chose that name to be the public name of their company? For people to see? Didn�t they think about the �dump� jokes ready made for that name? Who are these people?

Recently I watched Secret Window starring one Mr. Johnny Depp. Let me say again, in case he maybe didn�t read it the first time that I said: Johnny, please come home. You aren�t Jerry Lewis for God�s sake. The French can�t love you like I, er, we can.

Yesterday, I wrote an e-mail to a columnist whose style of writing I admire very much. So inspired was I about a topic she touched on (and I mean touched on, it was barely even mentioned!), that I boldly told her that �I'm in the process of writing a book� about the subject. Granted, I have actually started what I hope will one day be a book about it but I�m like, 2 sentences in. And that was about 3 months ago. I haven�t even gone back to it. That�s how much I care. Now I�m either going to have to at least write 1 more sentence so I can sleep at night or, you know, drown out the voice in my head shouting, �LIAR,� with wine and porn.

Wonder which I�ll choose.

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