AUSTIN, Texas, June 27, 2005 — Pizza. When I was a little kid I didn't like it because I didn't like anything tomato. Not so today. I like everything. But. I like the best of everything. I particularly don't like bad pizza, I guess.

So. OK. My morning somehow disappeared. I did some writing. Maybe. Some trip stuff. I tried my ATM card I never use with no success.

So I'm at the gym around noon. I do a full hour on the bike and then a few leg extensions. I talk to my dad in there somewhere. I discuss the

upcoming trip with FFP, discussing what we should pack, things like that. I talk to my dad, reminding him of appointments and telling him I'll go to the doctor with him tomorrow.

After my workout, I decide to order a Root Beer and pizza from the club's pool cafe. The pizza is truly bad. The crust and tomato sauce effectively cancelling some onions, jalapenos and smoked chicken. I'm taking my food and beverage duties seriously, putting myself out to eat this stuff. Why did I finish it, though?

At home, with indigestion, I watch some Wimbledon. Recorded on the DVR, of course. I later eat some carrots as if to counteract the bad pizza. Before I know it, it is time to get down to AFF for a film meeting. I want to get there early and check in and out movies. The place is the usual chaotic swirl. With the addition of pizza smell. I check in my movies, get some more, check them out. We start watching films the programmer wants us to see. Some animated stuff, one that seems to spring from Japanese anime but is live action. It seems there are so many films this year. Many have at least something to recommend them. Few are as poor as the poorest from the past. One gives me a headache. I downed two lukewarm small pieces of the Mr. Gatti's pizza. Bad, but not as bad as at my club. I have some Pepsi, too.

When I get home, I feel awful. Well, not good anyway. Bad pizza and soda the cause? Staring at too much TV? I eat a turkey and cheese sandwich with mayo and horseradish and promise to do better another day, diet-wise. I watch the lugubrious Six Feet Under and drink water. I finish watching the tennis. Time to sleep and see if tomorrow is a better day. Or at least doesn't contain bad pizza.