I was feeling really patriotic today. I really like this commercial. The man speaking is actually Walt Whitman; it’s a recording made on a wax cylinder. Tomorrow, all I want to do is eat a muffin, maybe two, and have coffee.

I hit my head on a tree yesterday. It wasn’t a soft tree, either. It was practically made of steal. It’s a particularly unfortunate situation, because the bump on my head is under my hair. It sucks. People think you’re fine, but your head hurts.

Death Comes