I was in the shower yesterday and all of a sudden the ending to my new book just came to me. Lem impulsively goes to the airport and flies to Paris. Of course. Why did it come to me in the shower?

Last night I had that weird recurring nightmare of mine where I start yawning and opening my mouth really wide and I can’t stop and my jaw starts squeezing my teeth together as I yawn wider and wider, and my teeth start crushing together and crumbling to bits and my two front teeth fall off and I’m bleeding everywhere and I still can’t stop yawning. It’s not very pleasant. I guess it stems from the fact that I really am afraid at times that my two front teeth will fall out (long story short: they’re not real, they’re crowns, I lost my real front teeth in a bike accident when I was eight).

I really want to go and see a movie (“Shaun of the Dead” and “I Heart Huckabees”), but movies are just too fucking expensive. I just cannot bring myself to casually pay $9 for a ticket. It really makes me angry. I’d have to say that it’s one of the most annoying things about our modern society. I like watching DVDs as much as the next guy, but it’s just not the same as seeing something on a big screen in a darkened theatre.