Although I will hate myself for it later, I know that I will be flipping back and forth between the two trashiest shows on network TV tonight: Joe Millionaire and the interview with Michael Jackson. I know, it doesn't get any lamer than that, but it's like Homer Simpson says... "Disgusting, yet straaaaaaaaaaaaaaangely compelling."
I dreamt of a unicorn last night. I don't remember anything about the dream except that he was white, and standing very close to me. At one point his horn vanished, and he said that some people would only see a horse when they looked at him because they didn't know what to look for. I wondered how very many times that must happen.