George and I decided to go, of all places to choose in the city, PIZZARiA UNO for lunch. The line at Waverly Diner was too long, so we said fuck it, let's just go, as it was right next door. Being in there, you could be anywhere in the country. It's so generic. It felt really weird. But we had fun with our waiter, trying to decide which song, if any, Prince wrote for Cyndi Lauper. George thought "True Colors," and I thought "Time after Time." I could fine no songwriting credits for Prince on Cyndi Lauper's entry at Artist Direct, so it's a mystery. I love Pizzaria Uno's binders with all the desserts and drinks in them. They had a desert which was a peanut butter cup with a scoop of ice cream on top. It looked kind of gross, but I wanted one at the same time.