Watched "Capote" on my friend Amelia's boyfriend's tv, managed to feel freaked-out or somber or angry or wrestling my own what-would-I-do-if-I-were-Capote the entire time. That is what I would call "a movie."

The boyfriend's house is called "the American Dream" and features a large ironic poster of Liz Hurley's cleavage, plenty of curling script on the mailbox, dragons leftover from a Chinese New Year's party. It makes me miss living with other people.

I have about 400 photos from KoreaJapan and a thousand little anecdotes. What to do? How to share? Who cares? I'll figure something out.