I'm on the plane to Chicago writing this note to you. I've had six tiny bags of peanuts... it probably equals one normal size bag, so I don't feel guilty. I am thirsty though. Just ordered another drink... I'll give you a hint: it's on the rocks and it might have an olive.
I'm unwinding from a great week! Helen Hunt came by and talked about her new movie and her love affair with Matthew Broderick (they were young). Patrick Dempsey showed us that you don't need two wheels to get somewhere. It's a shame he's not better looking. Terrence Howard sat in my chair with me. It's much easier to talk that way... sort of.