I know I can never wash away my sorrow

I have to go out tonight, in a snowstorm, to Manhattan, to a benefit show for Tonic. It's Sean Lennon and Vincent Gallo. I enjoy many things that Vincent Gallo offers the public, things I probably shouldn't even enjoy, but his music isn't particularly one of them. Also, have you ever been in a room of Vincent Gallo fans? Dollie has already warned me this could be a fiasco. But you know who loves "Buffalo 66" like I love "Buffalo 66"? Jay from "Project Runway," thankyouverymuch. Which is not why I am going, but it's fun to pretend. I can't even imagine what Sean Lennon hangers-on are like. Scared.

Tomorrow is my last day working from home, so I really better do my laundry this weekend. I would tell you what I am wearing right now (and how many days I've worn these items since I last did the laundry), but I am too ashamed. The UPS man looked very sorry for me, I will tell you that. I did find a secret stash of clean underwear, though, so I am good for a few more days. And I always have clean street clothes, so maybe I can put off the laundry until Sunday. Good times.