I just got a robot vacuum cleaner that will vacuum by itself. I'm charging the battery now -- I'll see tomorrow how it works. The Salvadoran place was ok-ish. Con, Dave, E, Deb, and unaccountably Sab and his goil, the grand-daughter of Counterpoint Books, daughter of Orca Books, all came. I told her I wanted to order the weirdest thing on the menu because I didn't give a fuck. I had the fried plantain with sour cream, pinto beans, and salad. Best fried plantains I've ever eaten. I should just order weird things from now on. More interesting than not, I guess. Frank (jin shin man) was there. I saw him, too, at Bowling 4 Columbine. I don't think I'd ever seen him "out" before that. I went to the toilet at the restaurant, and when I opened the door to come out there were 6 or 7 fresh-faced and nervous people smiling at me, all wearing matching shirts. "We're here to support you," they said, "We've always admired your work." I said how gratified I was, and that I was getting misty-eyed. They were a comedy-improv group waiting to go onstage at Traditions. So, that was my day -- improv group, fried plantain, robot vacuum cleaner.