June 26, 2005
Constance and I braved the beach traffic to take in some sun. I know the sun is no different anywhere else on the planet, but the sand plays a role in evening out a tan, Diary. I collected some stray bottles and plastic bags. Why is it people don't shag their missed shots at the trash barrel. It's a simple thing you can do. Jesus, I sound remarkably like the public service announcement I was talked into shooting in the late 1980s about the strategic defense initative. Richard Donner has a copy and he always plays it in the background when we chat on the phone. Our matching "his and hers" towels were, I think, the envy of the berm. The deep pile however carted enough sand back to the master bathroom to remake Larry of Arabia. Keep your chin up, Diary.