Purveyor of Iniquities

Everything at the French-Chinese place was off. My dinner was tasteless, so I didn’t eat it.

The Pilsner tasted like Budweiser.

I didn’t want a cigar.

Or whiskey.

Or a T&T.

I did like “Catch Me If You Can,” even though it seemed to go on forever. It seemed like it we watched an hour of it the other night, but it must only have been 10 minutes, given that we watched another 2+ hours tonight. It’s also really obvious where cuts were made in it. Did Spielberg plan this one to go on for four hours? Seems that way.

And it’s still raining.

And I have a headache.

And the bagels downstairs are salty.

And that someone with whom I spoke on the phone yesterday didn’t ask me how I was still hurts, even if I only would have answered “Well.”