Went into work yesterday, 'cause I was pretty behind in entering invoices, and I stayed for ten hours and did about a week's work and watched tapes of Lone Star, I Shot Andy Warhol, and Trainspotting, as well as Friends and E.R. from two weeks ago. Lone Star was the best, though the other two were good, too.

I also had a fight with John, which was not nice.

He came into my office to tell me that he was leaving and that I'd have to lock up and set the alarm and he was telling me how to set the alarm, and I said "Can't we go to the alarm and you show me?" and he gave me this look that said "How stupid can you be?", I mean he didn't say it out loud, but if was a really nasty look, and I said "Don't look at me like I've grown another head" and he started yelling "Fuck you! I don't need to take this shit from you! Don't set the fucking alarm, I don't give a shit!" and he stomped away. I don't know if he was on the rag or what, but I thought that was really uncalled for. I was really upset, and sat in my office crying and planning out elaborate messages to leave on his voice mail, and by the time I got the message all worded perfectly I wasn't so mad anymore so I didn't leave it at all, which is what usually happens.

Anyway, I was there until midnight and I left and locked up and set the alarm (Linda showed me how before she left) and went downstairs and found out that I was locked in the building! And that's the one key I don't have! I thought I was gonna have to sleep in the office and it would be really embarrassing when people arrived the next morning, but first I decided to call John (a little fight wasn't gonna stop me when sleeping at my desk was the only other option! So, I called him and I woke him up and I asked if there was a front door key somewhere in the office and he told me that I could go out the fire exit (which I vaguely knew existed, but didn't think of at the time).

So I both got out and took the edge off our fight, because if he was planning on shining me on today, he probably won't now.

I was making a call at a payphone the other day, and I was looking at the phone and noticed that the hang-up thingy was all red, and then I took the receiver away from my ear and looked at it and there was ketchup all over the earpiece!

Luckily, it was dried, but how mean a person would you have to be to cover a payphone with ketchup!

In the New York Daily News they have this column called "The Enquiring Photographer" where they ask a question of ordinary New Yorkers and show their pictures, and the other day the question was "Does the possibility that mechanical failure brought down TWA Flight 800 make you nervous to fly?" and one girl (Gabrielle Sallen, 38, Cancun Mexico) said "No, not really, because I just got married."

The subtext being. I guess, that being single is a fate worse than death.

Recently I heard a good friend of mine say to another good friend of mine apropos of Cinemax: "All they ever play are movies from the 30's and 40's and who wants to see that shit?"

I'm trying to figure out exactly how stupid you'd have to be to say that sentence out loud.

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