Was supposed to overnight something to some firm but instead i hand-delivered it today and blew the overnighter money on a decent lunch and the Jennifer Aniston issue of Vanity Fair. To go with my Angelina Jolie and Nicole Kidman issues. The idea of Aniston, Jolie or Kidman having any sort of love life trouble is largely beyond my comprehension. If I was in their uncomfortable high-heeled shoes, I'd be a lot more concerned with whether Departed Bozo Du Jour was gonna raid my bank account as the screen door hit him on the way out. Of course, if Vanity Fair or the movie-going public was gonna pay me big bucks to publicly weep, I suppose I'd weep. Just as the best stories are the true ones, the biggest disasters are the most private ones.