Hello. I’m going to start off the old diary by telling you what I did last night. I got a haircut. I got off the bus, wasn’t sweating and said to myself, what the hell. Once again, Super Cuts gave me a super cut, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. The only strange thing that happened was the woman kept coughing. To the point that she had to step away to compose herself. I felt kind of bad because I kept telling her to hurry up, time is money sweets. That last sentence was only a joke, let me try it again: I felt a little bad but she pulled herself together. Better. I thought to myself, I’m glad she doesn’t work in food service.
A lot of controversy on my board yesterday about my Hollywood Gossip story. It’s always nice to hear from Ralph Macchio. I hope the parties involved don’t hold any grudge towards me for reporting the story. Just know that BobBorden.com doesn’t shy away from hard news. Sounds like a controversy straight out of grade school.
I love the after the haircut shower. Damn, that’s a good feeling.
When I was flying out to LA, I had a quick layover in Chicago (thanks a lot Priceline.com!) and I ended up in the bookstore. After reading the book covers and trying not to look like a total idiot. (The last book I read was The Dirt by Motley Crue.) I bought a book for the sole reason that it won the Pulitzer. So, to the well-read BobBorden.com viewer I ask this: Is Empire Falls by Richard Russo any good? Please let me know on my message board. I started to read it on the plane but some punk kid put his seat back and that was the end of reading. 
I think that may be it today. Can someone do me a favor? Around 6:30pm today, please e-mail me to remind me to buy dishwashing liquid. For the past three nights, I keep forgetting to pick some up. I need it too, I have a sink full of dishes. I cooked some fish for myself on Sunday. If you happen to think about it, I wouldn’t mind a reminder: send me an e-mail. Thanks.
That’s it. God Bless America.