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2001-01-29 An extremely unproductive day. All weekend long, the apartment feels filled with possibilities for creative labor. Then on Monday morning it becomes my workplace. I awaken to rooms which feel freshly vacuumed of inspiration.
Today on Court TV they were reporting hourly on the progress of Anna Nicole Smith's testimony down in Texas, where she's fighting the son of her dead billionaire husband for large meaty chunks of his estate. Widowed, in a tight-fitting sweater, she clutches his framed photograph on the stand. Stone-faced with outrage and possibly drugged, she tells the nasty little prosecutor, when he inquires whether she is able to subtract seven from one hundred and continue subtracting by sevens from there, "No."
Hey bud leave the lady alone!