I had a dream last night about taking pictures. I just walked around taking "still lifes" of flowers and shreds of paper.

I applied for 25 jobs yesterday online. So far, I've gotten two emails: one was an automatic, you'll-never-hear-from-us-again response and the other said "Thank you!" and nothing else. I have no idea what that means. "Thank you! You're a moron!" "Thank you! You're perfect!" "Thank you! Now I don't have to talk to you anymore one way or the other!"



Last night, because we don't have cable and the TV only picks up about five English-speaking channels, I had PAX playing in the background so the house wouldn't seem so empty. The very first episode of "America's Funniest Home Videos" was on. Bob Saget looked like a child. And I felt like one. Why did I ever watch that show? It's the equivalent of pointing and laughing at someone who's just fallen down a flight of stairs.

Maybe I just fall down too often to feel okay with that anymore.

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