Sunday, September 21, 2003
The pilot we previewed was massively unappealing. Entitled "Soulmates", it details the flashbacks of a female psychiatrist, who, of course, falls in love with a client. In a past life, however, she betrayed him. Then there's supposed to be drama, but I felt nothing.at 7:30 PM
After the pilot we ate at the Macaroni Grill, which I ranked higher on the entertainment scale. As I urinated in the ladies' room, I had the pleasure of listening to a track that played Italian phrases, then handily translated them into English. I had forgotten that both the Latin and the Italian for "hello" is salve (the derivation of "salutations").
My stint as the Good Neigh-Bear went well. I was mauled only once and made zero babies cry. As Cha!Cha! I averaged two maulings and three or four cryings per episode. I deadlocked the arms of my attacker (a boy circa age twelve with hair green from spray-in dye) to neutralize him, at which point my guardian (Rachel, my aunt's twenty-three year-old secretary) shooed him away.
In other news, I grew more calluses on my feet, including one on my heel.
