I lunched with our very own Nick Redman, his ever-lovin' Julie and Andrea Marcovicci. I'd arranged for Andrea to do a commentary for Nick for his upcoming release of The Front - apparently it went very well. Picked up a couple of packages, then came home. But the morning had about ninety minutes of useless waste dealing with benefit drama - I seem to be the only one who can make everything right, but boy does it take time. And yet another irritating e-mail from the person I asked not to e-mail me anymore but to call. Somehow after the twentieth time, I'm getting the idea it's never going to sink in.