I told B, and everything's fine. He didn't flip out. I think he could tell I was rather terrified. Anyway, the repairs will cost around $500. About this, I am sad. Very sad. Extremely sad.

Saw Coldplay last night. Oh, wow. It was amazing. It was at The Greek. The forest-y amosphere was perfect. Of course, I have now developed a new celebrity crush on the lead singer. God, I'm such a teenager.

Most unexpected moment: Out of nowhere, Chris Martin sang a bit of Nelly's "It's Gettin' Hot in Herr." Come on, that's funny!

Star sighting of the evening: Drew Barrymore. Everyone craned their necks to see her; it was pathetic. (Okay, me too.) She was with a really tall guy and he stood directly between her and the crowd, like a human shield. Irritating.

Other recent star sightings: Norm MacDonald, walking down Melrose, talking to an old guy.
The guy who hosts "Blind Date," at Ed Debevic's.

I had some pie today, in Jennifer's honor. Strawberry pie. Mmmmm... Don't hate me. I thought of you with every delicious, fruity bite.

Y'know what I like? I like watching cats walk through grass. They lift their paws just a little bit higher. I like it.