The Truman Itch

School was fine, just long. Sent fifty dollars at the post office—whatever’s waiting on the other end of that wire, I hope it moves faster than it usually does. Spent part of the afternoon cutting the Prague video, which is taking shape slowly, then Mille showed up and we went to the shop and ended up back at his place where he walked me through One Piece on the PS2.

I still can’t decide between the Nintendo Revolution and the PS3. Probably I’ll just wait and buy whichever one has the better commercial.

The new Pussycat Dolls song is genuinely good. I don’t know what that says about me.

Also: what’s the word for when you’re constantly, low-key convinced you’re living inside a The Truman Show situation? There has to be a name for that.