Things seem to be getting back to normal over here, thank gawd. The extra, circumstantial tension is subsiding... and now all I feel is the usual, genetically-programed tension.

Philip worked on David Tyree's walls, I worked out at Le Club (delicious Alex Leder was there!). At home I got some more work done, too (on Mid-Summer Dreams, etc.).

I saw an old friend from college at the grocery store, Darren B. He lives in Chris Harding's old apartment, since Chris moved up north.

My mother sent me some newspaper articles about my uncle and the murder he is accused of. It's so troubling. And I feel so bad for the parents of the young man who died.

When Philip came home we went to have an all-you-can-eat-buffet at Cici's Pizza. Yummy food. Yummy Metairie boys.

We spent the evening cuddling watching ASYLUM OF SATAN (don't waste your time or money on it... it's not even campy enough for more than two or three laughs) and the fabulous THOROUGHLY MODERN MILLIE, which I was thrilled to introduce Philip to. He loved it.

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