Andare, Partire, Tornare ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- violets seem appropriate Another day hardly at my desk. Another day with the Slim Fast lunch experiment - which works for a while, but doesn't last me until the end of the day. Maybe I need to move my lunch down a bit. And I had a revelation about the psychology of one of my co-workers, which I of course shared with my office mates, giggling hysterically. The assistant to the photographer looks like a younger, not as hot Jochim Phoenix (I *know* I spelled his first name wrong. Wasn't he Leaf, for a while?). But he will be gone tomorrow, and in his place will be an assistant who wants to be a fashion photographer, and also does makeup. Perhaps we can talk her into makeovers during the lunch hour, as I move sofas in a glaze of sweat. Surely she will have pity on me. 11:08 p.m. - 2002-07-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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