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Sunday, March 24th, 2002

Just got back from Morris. Watched the Oscars with Chel for seven hours straight. Ate one bag of Cracker Jacks, one Aero bar, drank one bottle of water and one can of coke. Am a complete couch potato, and look it. Made many jokes centering on colour blindness that should not have had to be explained, but were. Made a bunch of outraged noises whenever they showed Russel Crowe or had A Beautiful Mind win an award. Made jokes about Renee Zellwhatsit being so boney that she could skewer her date, and about Uma Thurman being close to spilling out of her top. Demanded that someone cry on stage, then quickly got bored when Halle Berry did so. Was generally disgusted by Whoopie Goldberg's lack of funniness, and longed for my boyfriend Steve Martin to return to the position of host. Hoped with ever ounce of my soul that he will do so next year and bring some class and intelligence back to the show. Got very tired. Came back to my room, filled my water bottle, put on chapstick (thank God!), found my sweats, tossed my socks, wrote an entry, slept.

Thinking:
I miss Steve Martin.