I am really and truly hanging out in the diesel for the first time in a long time. As I type this, the air starts to smell like spoiled milk. It's actually really horrible. OK it's gone now. (I have been returning to this graf to update you on the smell. It actually lingered quite a while as I wrote. Peeee yew. Aren't you relieved
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Mislaying my Palm shoots my whole schedule to Cucamunga and back. I raced to the Brattle, where I now sit typing, only to discover that this film doesn't start until 4:30
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