Recent Misfires:
- I sent a text message about my roomate to my roomate. I was bound to get burned sometime.

- While trying to call 'Dad' in my phonebook, I accidentally called the name beneath him. Whenever we run into each other in Houston, our conversations inevitably begin with:
"You never call me."
"You never call me!."

We had a nice, short chat - because it was so unexpected and accidental, I think. "You'd better fucking call me when you're in Austin," he said. I will call him. And he won't call me back. There is comfort in the routine.

- I recieved a letter from John in the mail yesterday. I had just gotten one from him, so this was a surprise. I read through the whole thing before realizing it was a letter he wrote to his girlfriend, which he had accidentally put in an envelope with my name on it. This must be the literary equivalent of calling out the wrong person's name during sex.

Recent Bulls' eyes:
- The weather has been really beautiful and freakishly windy lately. I love when it is nice outside and so windy that everyone's hair gets blown around - afterwards it looks really beautiful in this way that can't be reproduced.

- My good friend and artistic conspirator Bill is in China. He has a picture of the day website you should all check out.

- In six days all of this ridiculousness will be behind me, and I will be back where I belong.