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Why I came to work I have no idea. But I’m here ready to fall asleep at any moment. Zzzzzzz. I saw my baby last night. I guess Michael and I have agreed on called her Crash. So that’s her name. It doesn’t have the same effect as Crackbaby, but oh well. She’s sort of trained to make her excretions on the newspaper. The problem is that she needs to realize that sometimes her butt is not on the paper when it happens. Yeah. The intentions are there, but she just misses. Poor thing. So Michael and I saw Karen Black at Akbar last night. Being the complete dumbass I am, I ended up sitting next to Mink Stole without realizing it for half of the performance. While Karen Black was singing this a capella number I turned to look at the audience and realized, “OH MY GOD I’M SITTING NEXT TO MINK FUCKING STOLE!!!!!!!!!!” Karen was there to promote the movie Gypsy 83 which I hear is great. Michael knew the director so we ended up gabbing it up a little with him. After a quick run to Rodeo Grill (the BEST cheapo Mexican diner in Echo Park) we came back to Akbar for some more gabbing. Fun fun fun. But goddamn I’m fucking tired. Tonight I will go home, nap, watch Gilmore Girls and go back to sleep. Fuck this shit.