I was served papers just like in the movies and I met Jim who's from Tennessee and sells mobile homes. I was sneezing earlier.

It's funny when you suddenly remember that you took a vitamin. It's funny when you go on a brilliant first date and everyone you've ever known shows up in your dreams even if it's all about the beach.

I had to burn Justin's sock for light because we lost his glowing Nerf football in the drainage creek behind the WalMart parking lot. I had to apologize to Danielle over and over because I thought putting her in a shopping cart and driving her around and popping an ill-timed wheelie would be fun, and it was, until she got hurt.

I blew it because I meant to say, "Why yes, this is the library" the next time someone called and asked whether they had reached the library. I spent twenty minutes searching for the un-eaten half of Lucas's sandwich because I figured he'd put it someplace crazy where I would never think to look.

There's a panda statuette sitting at the base of a cardboard Noguchi sculpture. I wrote, "V.I.P." on a blue Post-It note and stuck it on the wall above the Albright-Knox consignment agreement I was supposed to finalize last month.

Helimar Schoormans calls and he is wise and drinks wine and warns me of age and calcium that blocks oxygen to the brain. The postman shut the relay box and did not let me look inside.

We watched Casa de los Fat Babies in Slow Motion. I think I'm going to stand inside one of the Serra's for the rest of the afternoon.

It was appropriate that we saw the movie last night. The leg part made me sick.

I'm riding my bike to the store to rent scaffolding now that I don't have to fly to South Korea. I'm wondering what life is like in a cubicle.

I was dead sleepy and I gave away all the secrets I know about space. I didn't and won't say anything else about Boards of Canada.