So maybe one of my

So maybe one of my stories will end up published in a magazine sometime soon. Don't mean to count chickens. Things aren't confirmed, I mean.

Yesterday I saw a fantastic movie and a semi-fantastic Christmas tree. The Life Aquatic and the tree at Rockefeller Center.

There are other things going on. There was a meeting with my father's agent and her husband and God if they aren't enthusiastic about my diet book. I should drink their enthusiasm! Get that same feeling about it! I'm coming around though! I swear I'm coming around.

I'm distracted right now. Christmas and all of that. I'm far behind with the aforementioned holiday's requisite giftage. Other words--I've got JACK for anyone. I'm coming around though! I swear I'm coming around.

Wednesday there is this party on Madison Avenue where my dad will wear this $200 designer shirt for the unveiling of a new clothing line. Other celebrities will be fluttering about in the clothing as well. And some press will be there. Of course. I think E and I will attend as well. Eat the food. Take home the gift bags. They asked for copies of my father's book to include in the gift bags. Gift bags make the new york private party world go round, you know?