Tuesday, March 23, 2004.
Am exceedingly out of sorts. Dinner was inedible (no more Tonkin chefs) and I have had to tutor three different folks today, one of whom didn’t even have the decency to show up. Yeah. So I sit around waiting for nothing. I tried to sleep for a little while, but 2nd Ghetto is Grand Central, the phone ringing, knocking on the door, people slamming in and out. 35 minutes . . . no sleep. Sound impossible? Yeah, to me too.
Anyway. Would like something nice to happen. Maybe that’s Buffy coming back from McDonalds. That would be something nice . . .