Ah, slept till noon. Man, that makes me happy.

I just had my first shower in three days, and I know that sounds gross, but that's my definition of a really great weekend, a weekend where I don't see anyone that I have to be clean for, where I can just wear my white sweatshirt with the cigarette holes in it and my overalls and my big blue flowered headband like a do-rag holding back my dirty hair.

It's like a dream come true.

So, Saturday I went to see 28 Days, which was just swell.

It's a comedy about something serious that doesn't make light of its serious subject. On the other hand, neither does it get mawkish, not without having someone onscreen rolling their eyes about it.

It's a pretty fine line, and it manages not to fall off. Sandy is absolutely excellent, and the cast is uniformly fine as well. Any film with my man Steve Buscemi as a counselor in it is alright by me. I really liked it, but I can't think of a thing to say since I saw an even better movie on Sunday! Man, if you don't take notes right away, you're screwed.

And the movie that I saw on Sunday was Where the Money Is, which flat out kicked ass.

I never really was that into Paul Newman--when he was younger I always thought that Robert Redford was much cuter, and Newman just never did it to me. Do you know when I saw something in him for the first time? Here, two months ago, when I saw Nobody's Fool for the first time.

I've gotta wait until he turns 70 to see that he's the sexiest man alive? Or maybe he only became the sexiest man alive when he turned 70. I don't know.

Anyway, in Where the Money Is he has a worthy partner in Linda Fiorentino. And it's not gross, like Michael Douglas and Gwyneth Paltrow in A Perfect Murder, it makes perfect sense, as Paul Newman has more sex appeal than anyone alive, I do believe. Not that Linda Fiorentino is any slouch either.

Plus, it's a great caper story, the tension builds like hell, and my friend Irma St Paule has a terrific role in as one of the old ladies in the home. Cynthia and I aspire to be her--she's about a million years old and still constantly working, and doing good work.

I have been working the hell out of Open Pages this weekend. I've been taming it, subduing it, beating it within an inch of its life. I'm nowhere near done, but the end is in sight.

I made a new backup list, the first, I realized, since last February. It takes hours to make, but I won't let it go that long again. The problem is that it is obsolete the second that it's made.

I've been adding people and dumping people and thising and thating people. There's a ton more to go, but I will be finishing this time. It amazed me how many people stopped writing between 29 December and 2 January. Many a journal went by the wayside over that week. And there are the others that stopped immediately after getting put into the ring. I always wonder, was it something I said?

How can people just stop writing? I mean, of the journals that haven't written in six months or longer, most of them didn't say a word about it in their last entry, they just didn't do another update. Did they mean to and they just never got around to it? Did their computer break? Did they die? How can they just stop writing like that?

I don't get it.

Today's horoscope:
You use money to expand your horizons today. You might make a contribution to a spiritual quest, buy books or sign up for a seminar.

One year ago today:
Yes, two different supermarkets on a Friday night, party animal that I am.

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