Those Hard-to-Clean Corners

Does anyone know how to clean the insides of the holes of a toothpaste holder? A porcelain one?

I tried this morning -- it was fairly tricky.

I'm just sittng here drinking wine because I'm too depressed not to, even though wine makes me fat.

Have you ever felt really depressed after some great highlight of your life? For instance, last Thursday I actually edited the 26 minutes of film I shot down to just over 7 minutes, all in order, and with some good, precise edits. I figured out the intricacies of iMovie. I learned to space ahead in teensy fractions of a second to cut at just the right place. I sat at my kitchen table editing for hours and hours -- I didn't want to stop to eat, I didn't want to stop at all.

Now I've slid into some massive trough. I feel like A.J. Soprano. Watching the Sopranos last night was so harrowing. I lay on my couch feeling some hideous darkness seeping through me. The show is like that. It's like there is nothing decent in the entire world. A.J.'s point of view seems correct, and jumping into a swimming pool with a cement block tied to your neck also seemed correct.

Ricky Gervais did a lot of material I already knew well from his dvd, Politics. I guess he thought no one in the States would know that stuff. Plus the sound sucked.