is there no more without a trace?
ever?
this makes me feel the same way as being told that complete strangers have died. like i should be sad, but i'm just not.
i have made a deal with the devil myself. i am not allowed to watch how to be until i've written at least 20 pages more on my dissertation.
also, i say 'also' too often in my entries. also, just, totally, and awesome. which it isn't.
oh, weird old man today asked me if i was waiting for condoms. or, that's what i thought until he told me he knew that because he'd seen it on tv. then i realized he had actually said "waiting for godot." but 'no' still seemed like an appropriate response, just, i could have been less rude and disgusted when i said it.
