"Strange" by Built to Spill and "Where is My Mind?" by The Pixies. They're almost the same song.

I had a dream last night that the brakes on my car would not work, that the woman I was with had gotten her job only after three interviews, that I was playing tennis with a bottle of water, that we owned two houses that faced each other, that there was a sudden rainfall, that I was sitting Indian style.

I woke up thirsty and with a distaste for local news.

Today, my ambitions continue to rest in the hands of strangers who don't owe me shit. Today I will avoid feelings of failure and unproductivity by:

1. Washing my whites, my darks, and my blacks
2. Finding another Bikram yoga studio that will sell me a one-week pass for $20
3. Revising one of the last five chapters that remain unrevised
4. Sharing a photo with you:

"The Bracelet Store" Jaipur, India