Wednesday, July 21st, 2004

Susannah and I are at a dinner table trying to pick out desert. She says she either wants the raspberry ice cream or the ham. “Ham?” I look through the desert menu but can’t find it.

Later…

I’m walking into the back of a store. I get a little nervous as I brush past a female employee. I’m about to tell her I’m a friend of the owner and that I also run a business on the same street but she doesn’t say anything to me. Once in the back, I go behind a changing screen and begin to change out of my pants.