We opened the doors and lo and behold, the very first customer had a Vines tshirt on. I blurted 'I like your shirt!' rather unprofessionally. I was trying to contain my excitement. I don't think it worked.

Ah, the joys of retail whoredom. They're few and far between, but sufficiently random to keep my interest. Sort of. I'm still looking for some kind of internship.

I'm totally fascinated by the similarity between love and hate. 'Don't you remember what you love is what you hate?' -Violet UK. It's a cliché, but it's so true. With personal problems, especially. You can be simultaneously in love and in hate with an eating disorder. With self-hatred. With practically anything. Love-hate relationships are always the most intense.

From the Salman Rushdie book I'm reading now about rockstars: 'And later, at the end of the recording session, when they have the precious tape, they're standing toe-to-toe, uncertain whether to fight or kiss.'

On Friday it rained. And I wanted to get out of my bloody box office and frolic. I still do. But I can wait.