Maybe it was for a play he's in? Aw hell, who am I kidding

I'm not crazy enough to live here. Proof: yesterday at the Wal-Mart, the guy ahead of me in line was buying an axe, a 36-pack of condoms, and a 50-lb bag of dog food. Me and my city-honed weirdness can't compete with that.

Today I saw three movies -- in an actual theatre! Sarah Silverman: Jesus is Magic was ok; The Squid and the Whale was too short; and Good Night and Good Luck was too small. On the whole, a pretty good day at the flicks. I also bought a book about the Battle of Alamein and some kick-ass postcards. Now if only I could remember your address ...

Oh, and hey, I figured out why I have low self-esteem. I won't get into it here -- heck, just go listen to some Lou Barlow; it'd have the same effect as me writing it. I am happy about figuring it all out, though. The first step is admitting it, the second step is figuring out the cause, and the third step is purging myself of the ancient alien souls residing in my body. Hook me up to that E-meter, L Ron!