Aug 15, 2003 21:03
Dear diary, etc.
No time to talk, halfway out the door. Johnny asked for my help writing the next flick. Not much to write per se, but I can't help being tickled pink by him asking, or by the idea of a writing credit, even if it's on an adult movie. I'm not sure he fully realises how grateful I am for this. He might think the grin on my face is from the chill glass of chocolate milk that'll be waiting for me when I get there.
He's half right.