Max made himself a sandwich just now. He is wandering around nibbling at a pastrami on rye, wearing my bathrobe and asking if we have plans to go to the sales later. I am at my wits end.

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It's midnight. Max is taking a bath. We are becoming the odd couple. Max keeps crying and trying to tidy the apartment. I had to stop him from washing the cards.

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Maxie called me the other night. After ten minutes of incoherent sobbing, he admitted he had forgotten where he had parked his car. I asked him where he was. Max said he didn't know but he could smell fish and the smell of gasoline. I told him to look up and tell me if he saw a billboard with Romney's face in it with the eyes scratched out. He ( Read more... )