July 26, 2005
I double bagged my tea this morning and headed for the sauna. I am feeling good about the latest draft of my script. I even managed to fit in Manolo's joke about ball markers without it seeming "thrown in." My agent has warned me though, that I need to arrive at a pseudonym before it can circulate. I am leaning towards Phillip Goldwire, but I am tempted to use Dalton Trumbo just to rattle some cages. That glorious son of a bitch never got his fair shake. In other news I was suspended from the club for taking liberties with the juice bar. It appears my vitamin powder has landed me in hot water once again. I tried to explain the situation but it failed to register. I think they just wanted to get back at me for refusing to wear their lame crest on my robe. Aloha.