Wednesday, March 13, 2002:

One month. Am I busy, or just a lazy fuck?

New Orleans came and went, as did the beginning of the whole affair with Jessica (ne Callis) McCord and Alan Bates. Weird as fuck. Should have written something more than a column about that. Or maybe not.

A new short story in the can ("Things Fall Away") and another untitled AI story in progress. Thanks to Lou Anders for the jumpstart on the idea for that.

Filming in sixteen days and counting. Nerves begin now.

The purpose of this diary is still the same, but under a looser definition of "daily." So blow me.

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