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Aug. 5th, 2002 11:03 amIt was hot in the big city. Too hot. Hotter than rage. Hotter than passion. Hotter than the film starlet who walked into my office that day, with legs that went up to here and then some (but not so hot as the grill down at Don Dante's Pasta Inferno; my backside still smarted from that from time to time).
Anyway.
It's rather warm.
As was, of course, the weekend. Still, I managed to get some work done (but not as much as I hoped), I caught a snippet of "Square Pegs" on TV Land, I learned new respect for the zinfandel grape, and I ate damn good food in the what would have been the comfort (except it was hot) of my own home, so all is well.
Anyway.
It's rather warm.
As was, of course, the weekend. Still, I managed to get some work done (but not as much as I hoped), I caught a snippet of "Square Pegs" on TV Land, I learned new respect for the zinfandel grape, and I ate damn good food in the what would have been the comfort (except it was hot) of my own home, so all is well.
