hey

morning. we've got a sale today. writing this between telephone bids. work is good. comp. president is in town from edinburough and is very pleased with things. i've made only a few subtle enemies here, but that's they're fault and i don't mind. the sun is shining and it is cool and crisp. i clocked my commute this morning and it's an eight minute walk, which includes strolling through rittenhouse square. everyone hates bush here (the president, not the beer...) there's an old-fashioned guard house in the middle of the square and someone climbed on top and posted bush must go signs. they've been there all week. i've made some friends at work, and am enjoying life. i'm going to see the libertines sunday. should be good. rebel yell whiskey is cheap and tastes like it costs twice as much. hamilton's cucumber gin is cool and delicious. "the dreamers" is a strange movie about cinephiles, paris '68, sex and politics, movies and some hendrix. it's worth seeing, but not with your parents or on a first date. my friend from work met johnny cash and had a conversation with him. she told me this when i was quite drunk and i sat there (he was also singing on the stereo) and really missed him, which is to say that i really miss all of you friends.

brent