* I've grown to rather like the absurdity of anything named "Not Too Late To Change The Name." Also, it has a nicer ring to it than "Watch Jen Have A Nervous Breakdown."

* Further digging through old correspondance yielded a printout (vax!) of an email from an old friend. In this message, he states that in any given room, he will become attracted to the female who will inflict the most emotional damage. A decade later, he has a great wife he met online -- not in a room. Maybe he was right.

* Is it "correspondance" or "correspondence?" I won the spelling bee in fourth grade, before I knew how to use a computer or spellcheck. Further evidence that technology may have ruined my life.

* Why am I not sleepy? That little nap I took shouldn't make up for reporting to catering work at 6:45 a.m. and then doing dirty work all day. (Cue "I'm a fool to do your dirty work, oh yeah...")

* The Dismemberment Plan, "Ice of Boston:" (transcribed; all errors are mine)

Pop open a bottle of bubbly
Yeah, here's to another goddamn new year
And outside two million drunk Bostonians are getting ready to sing "Auld Lang Syne" out of tune
I sit there in my easy chair
Looking at the clouds, orange with celebration
And I wonder if you're out there

chorus:
Hey! The ice of Boston is muddy
And reflects no light
Any day or night
And I slip on it every time

Pop open a third bottle of bubbly
Yeah, and I take that bottle of champagne, go into the kitchen, and stand in front of the kitchen window, and I take all my clothes off
Take that bottle of champagne and I pour it on my head
feel it cascade through my hair and across my chest and the phone rings
And it's my mother
And she says "Hi honey, how's Boston?"
And I stand there, all alone on New Year's Eve, buck naked, drenched in champagne
Looking at a bunch of strangers
Looking at them looking at me looking at them
And I say "I'M FINE MOM, HOW'S WASHINGTON?!"

chorus

So I guess the party line is I followed you up here
I don't know about that
Mainly because knowing about that would involve knowing about some pathetic, ridiculous, and absolutely true things about myself I'd rather not admit to right now
I woke up at 3 a.m. with the radio on, that Gladys Knight and the Pips song on about how she'd rather live in his world with him than live in her world alone
And I laid there, head spinning, trying to fall asleep, and I thought to myself
"Oh, Gladys, girl, I love you, but oh...GET A LIFE!"

chorus

* The above song is on an MP3 mix I'm making that includes Prince, Brian Eno, the Dead Kennedys, Destiny's Child, Joni Mitchell, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, the Ramones, Taj Mahal, and the Spongebob Squarepants theme song. Maybe "Watch Jen Have A Nervous Breakdown" is a better name for this thing, after all.