“When I’m in L.A. this weekend I’m seeing another plastic surgeon about a new fingertip. Maybe he can do something about this haircut while he’s at it…
And I have got to go to the theatre tonight. They say it’s uplifting, but still I dread it. The last time they said something was uplifting, I must have dozed off during the uplifting part. Am I so jaded I cannot be uplifted anymore, or do I find being uplifted ultimately boring? That is really jaded. I do not know why I bother going;
I will be just one big yawn with a bad haircut.”