Mad neurotic scratchings

• I was not very zen this morning when I tore the house apart looking for my old Moleskine notebook. Yes, I guess I would have been very sad if I'd lost my mad neurotic scratchings from the past few years, but I would have lived. I found it in the very last place I would have looked- well, well, well under the couch. I have started a new notebook. It is sexy and red and unmarked. Clean slates and all that.

• I have temporarily damaged my fingertips from moving around frozen pyrex bowls.

• Going down to Los Angeles to see AT, Karen, part of the New Zealand music mafia.