Friday, July 18, 2003

So yet again didn’t cook last night – went out with brother-in-law Ethan instead, where a very nice time was had, we went to the Screening Room for a drink and was treated so well by the bartender there we felt like we’d come to Minnesota by mistake, and then ate at an outdoor café in Tribeca and pretended awhile that we lived there before subwaying it home – and yet again I have an early morning meeting I forgot about.  Plus the air conditioner, which wasn’t working anyway, shorted us out, which I knew it would do, if we don’t burn the building down I’ll count us lucky, but it took our bedside clock with, so I didn’t know what time it was, and now I’m late late late, and the pair of Earl jeans I bought on mega sale at Century 21 and have never worn have disappeared so I don’t know what the fuck to wear.  So short post. Lately, I feel like I have too many supportive people in my life.  Everyone’s always all, “Julie, you work too hard….”  “Julie, don’t worry about the cooking, you’re doing great…” “Come out and relax…” “Let me buy you dinner, you deserve it….”  That’s all well and good, but what I really need, for the next month anyway, is a drill sergeant, or at least a really tough personal trainer, someone to just keep yelling in my ear, “COOK, you piece of shit!  What’s wrong with you, you lazy fucking bastard – COOOOOKKKK!!!!” In other news, I will now embarrass Ethan and Eric by enquiring – is anyone here familiar with a radio show called “Twine Time.”  Whenever they’re together, they go around saying “Twine…. Time!” in this southern/ African-American accent.  I tend to believe they’ve invented this show to bury some mutual traumatic childhood memory.  Prove me wrong.   7:22:20 AM    comment []