April 7, 2005
The place across the way is up for rent again. The landlord was out this morning cleaning some graffiti off of the dumpsters. He had one of those coverall work outfits on. Pretty sharp. Burgandy would be my choice, but he was in some kind of imperial blue. Some breakdancers no doubt got to that dumpster late last night. I was up doing some rewrites but I didn't hear a thing. From this point on consider me on the clock. We'll see what happens tonight. I asked a friend of mine about that electronic invitation situation. He told me he really didn't care one way or the other. Of course he works for that FedEx so I am not sure it is relevant. I'll have to catch our mail person and ask him. I love you Diary.