05-26-02 - 8:41 a.m.
back from a trip to vegas, richard came over with cheesy airport gifts, chinese food, and a quirky uma thurman movie. he's into uma, which puzzles me, but i have no right to complain; he once tolerated my brief obsession with gary oldman and even paid to see the scarlet letter with me. for two people who have nothing more in common than a love of cinema and defunct careers at robinson-may, this was a sign of true friendship. and now that he's learning to keep his caustic observations of my life to a minimum, i'm learning there's nothing better than snuggling up against him on the couch, watching uma or brendan or the do-able star of the moment.