I feel myself heading off, deep into denial and procrastination land now that I have less than a week until I fly out. I've been watching a lot of tennis. Almost cried when Venus lost and am now really sad: I have to miss the men's finals b/c of the show opening! What am I turning into??
Book of the weekend: Sandra Cisneros' The House on Mango Street
Video of the weekend: Margaret Cho's "I'm the One That I Want"