Well, it’s December 7, 1996. Renee got me a cool pen for Christmas with which I am now writing. Holly and I watched a movie called “Jingle All the Way,” which contained, incidentally, previews for the Star Wars remakes. The latter look spectacular. I feel it is requient to mention, for the sake of my descendents, that Justin is the dumbest person I’ve ever met. For posterity, I saved every note he wrote me, and have worked them into Random Acts of Boredom as letters from one of Naiveya’s boyfriends, whom I have called Diphead. I did not change the notes at all beyond minor adjustments to make it fit Naiveya’s world. It is 9:28 PM