THURSDAY, 20 JULY, 2000, PHILADELPHIA

I want Chinese food. I want those super-delicious awful greasy porky things from the place around the corner. I’m going to get me some tonight. Today is by far the worst day I have ever spent at this place. And that is saying something. So much badness and evil and baditude today — bad news and things happening that will affect every day that follows until I shrug off these toils like a cumbersome hairshirt and fly off to sexier climes. Today made me cry. I want Chinese food.