I told a girl this evening that my current bald 'do is actually the result of extreme alopecia. She believed me. It was a wonderful moment - she was bewildered, I was giggling a lot. It all went very well. I hope this does not offend anyone actually suffering from alopecia or unfortunate hair loss, especially Carrie Underwood, Naomi Campbell, and Ashley Tisdale (in the first High School Musical).

An elderly woman wiped out while crossing Broadway this morning. As she went down, she screamed "Shit!" At the top of her lungs. Highlight of my day. Yes, I obviously helped her up.

Calls from strange numbers, especially when they have the area code of my hometown, give me overwhelming feelings of anxiety. Again, I'm definitely not making it to the sequel of a horror movie.

I'm attempting to write the craziest review for Man with a Movie Camera, where I'm only allowed to write about the visuals. For 1,000 words. This thing is silent. And Russian. Our prof called the exercise impossible. Wonderful. It doesn't help that about half of my class was alive when the film was initially released... in 1929.