3:50-4:30pm: had a nap.

Expiration dates of some stuff in our fridge:

Ocean Spray 100% Grapefruit Juice: 04-19-03
Coca Cola (10 cans): August 04, 2003
Jar of Vlasic Kosher dill pickles: Best if used by April 2001
Private Selection Country Made Vanilla ice cream: 01-10-03
Kroger boneless, skinless chicken tenderloins: October 13, 2003

The year, reduced to 25% by Microsoft Word’s AutoSummarise feature:

January
February
March

Huh?

Islands: endless chips and salsa (but no salsa for me, obviously); Northshore tacos (no tomatoes, obviously); Coke.

4:30-5:30pm: had a nap.

This morning's job interview: the receptionist had a tattoo on her ankle and the man who interviewed me sounded like Adam Arkin (and the first thing I saw when I walked into his office was one of those instruments for measuring blood pressure, in a box on his desk: I did not take that as a good sign). On the bus home I had to stand from Yale to Lincoln, but then I got a seat all the way to Venice Circle.

Today's horoscope: "Whatever happens, you had it coming."

And on October 24 somebody was searching for "ishmael bumper sticker".

My own websearches seem somewhat dull in comparison.

5:00-6:00pm: had a nap.

In the street: a small settee (maybe it's a love seat) standing on edge, a standard lamp (sans shade or bulb) and a sheet of what looks like perspex lying on top of a sheet of cardboard. This is why I should always carry a camera.

Celebrity dream: Pierce Brosnan and I are trying to figure out how to express a test score of seventy-eight out of eighty as a percentage. I have a calculator: I just don't know how to do the sum.

Yahoo search result: "Irish biscuit manufacturers".

This is probably not what they were looking for.

Sour Gummi worms. I know I shouldn't. But I can't help it. And only 99c.

5:00-5:30pm: had a nap.

Self-explanatory haiku:

First, five syllables;
And then seven syllables.
Then five syllables.

The moth has disappeared.

Suzi Quatro's sister once tried to sell us life insurance.

Moth sitrep: now it's on the bathroom window.

4:10-4:45pm: had a nap.

So, I got a new bulb for the three-way, but couldn't find a bulb to fit the globe lamp. I like that lamp.

Meanwhile, the suede shade on the three-way lamp is dusty and I have no idea how to clean it.

Rialto Avenue must be the sweetest-smelling street in Venice.

Moth update: on the bedroom wall next to the bathroom door.

Well, whatever it is, it's now on the bathroom ceiling.

Mrs. McCloskey thinks it's a moth.

There's a pink butterfly on the nightstand next to the answering machine. Or maybe a moth. One or the other.

2:30-3:00pm: had a nap.

I bought steak fries instead of French fries. I'm a turd.

Roads or streets: can't decide which I like better.

Highlights from yesterday: fell asleep reading The Iliad (again), took out the trash, baked a potato.

Maybe "highlights" isn't the correct word.