I lost so much of my day today.

Came home: my new bottle of white wine was open, on the coffee table. The cork was in five pieces on the kitchen counter. Brother's door is locked; music is playing. Calling each other on the phone from our adjacent rooms: "This asian girl just blue-balled me." Sorry, bro.

I'm trying to recall all the phone conversations I had today. It's hard.






Mabel and I watched a lot of This American Life after I finally woke up on her couch; that show is truly heartbreaking. Hearing adults use the F-word (especially when discussing their failing marriage) -- still completely jarring.