February 21, 2005
Tito's cage has been remarkably clean lately. This means he's either learned to pick the lock or there will be a visit to the vet in my future. I hope it's the former, it would mean a lot less elbow grease expended on my part. Leon called me in hysterics a minute ago. Apparently, some the hanger-on to some starlet whose name escapes me just now was murdered and it means everyone on the internet has my email address. I don't pretend to understand it, but Leon hasn't been this excited since I saw him beat John Woo at horseshoes. I will do what he says. Maybe an email change will do me good as I haven't checked it in a while. Most of the mail is concerned with the size of my endowment and would I be interested in increasing it? Take my silence as my answer.