What’s tall, red and fag all over? A young buck — nay, doe — who sat disappointingly close to Agatha and me at the cafeteria this evening, sparking 30 minutes of hate-oriented conversation regarding the subject’s conspicuously burnt flesh. Me thinks the lady doth go to the tanning salon too much! I’d explain to him the vanity-damaging effects of UV rays, but wrinkle-free skin won’t save a beauty-free face, so who cares?

Anyway, I’ll be in New York Friday afternoon for an interview with MTV. Let me know if you wish to make plans that I’ll most likely break last-minute.