04-17-02 - 7:41 a.m.
according to my any-moment-now new boss, brad and jennifer bought a place at the end of the block, on what snooty folks around here call 'the strand'. my subconcious obviously took an interest in this; i dreamed about mr/mrs anniston-pitt last night. jennifer wanted me to do their taxes, but brad didn't want me to know about their finances. they had six washers and dryers; definitely an enviable sign of affluence.