My new outgoing message on my voicemail is so intensely crazy that I had to tell my mother that it was a joke before she heard it and got on a plane to take care of me.

Poor Ginger, my new cast member, was the first person to hear the craziness, and she barely knows me, so she couldn't so much ask what the hell was up, so there was just her confused little voice asking me in what theatre the show would be taking place, clearly thinking "Will this director still be alive when the show opens? Will she hold off on throwing herself under a train at least until then?"

Spent the day in the darkroom, because otherwise I would have just lain in bed all day and cried. Of course, all of the pictures I was blowing up were of him, so it didn't help as much as you might imagine, but I was glad to be busy.

Some good shots. I was pleased.

All weekend my mind was a bad neighbourhood, one that you wouldn't want to go into alone, but before I went to bed it started to wear off.

If watching the Conan O'Brien 10th Anniversary Special and seeing John Tesh, Abe Vigoda and William Shatner riding a bicycle built for three across the stage of Radio City Music Hall won't cheer a person up, frankly nothing will.

Today's horoscope:
Thinkers and tinkerers are in the same space these days. What you build is less important than how you get the job done. If travel is necessary to make your dream come true, buy your ticket now.

One year ago today:
And the last thing that I was looking for was Pepsi, just some simple, ordinary Pepsi in the coolers, but Pepsi was there none. However, there were simply masses of Pepsi Blue. Dozens and dozens of bottles. Possibly a clue as to how popular that beverage isn't.

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