new territory.

Aaron Sorkin's new show, Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. You should watch it. It's quite good.

I have no idea when I'm going to get down to San Jose, which is sad because I want my pants.

I'm amused that having found a girl who just likes me, without any reservations or real demands on that besides hanging's not quite penetrating. I always suspected it wouldn't, or it would take some time. It's getting there. In the abstract I can understand why--I'm wonderful and all--but there's an essential bit of internalization missing. Part of my charm, maybe.

Or not.