Last night John came over and we watched Stardust Memories. It was an interesting movie. There is something about Woody Allen that reminds me of cat vomit. I don’t know what it is. Regardless, I liked the movie. Everything seems so beautiful in black and white.

This morning, Lisa and I are going to take a walk in the hopes of burning off some of the millions of calories that were consumed yesterday. The thought of putting on my jeans scares me. I wish I owned a kaftan.