Arrived in DC tonight for the anti-war march. Sick-tired-nauseas, from the plane ride and shuttle ride. Going to sleep now; I'm not even going eat. Energy in the air all over the city. Everyone is talking about it. The hotel is filled with people from many different organizations who are attending the march tomorrow. But this hotel is a rat trap. Pretty gross. We’re not in South Beach anymore.

Last Movie: Father Goose with Cary Grant. Thank God for Cary Grant.