Today. The pride of South America. I'm annihilating my body and it's only been three nights in. I'd like to pick a spot where I just sip on some wine and watch reruns of 'Walker, Texas Ranger', but that probably won't happen on this day. I may start a job with my man Fred Savage later on, but I think I could probably draw that hungover tomorrow and finish it off in the evening when I move into the Plaza. Time for two bowls of the Pebble and to figure out a game plan. As I tried a new restaurant in Nora's yesterday afternoon for lunch, I am contemplating trying a new spot today before I return the rental. It's called the Crazy Horse III. There's a kitchen in there.