written Tuesday 8 April 2003
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Solo dinner last night at wonderful Panullo's. A delicious pasta dish; I send most of it back, though--no appetite. I can't even take it in a box--no place to put it or reheat it, no forks or dishes to eat it with. I'm old and tomorrow morning I'm homeless. I toss all night, can't sleep at all.
posted by eric at 6.34 CET
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