(diaryland) June 15, 2002 - 11:48 p.m.

Man, I'm so full. I'm gonna die.

I went to a birthday party at a restaraunt with bronze statues outside it that had drapery all over their dangly bits.

First, I ate the caesar salad with a smattering of fleur-de-lis and a dash of cul-de-sac, dusted with a giblet of scrimshaw. Then I had the moroccan chicken with the crumbly rice and a delicious purple prose sauce. Then I had the sticky date pudding lying in a bed of lard served with a side-blob of lard smothered in tasty lard.

It hurts to yawn.