Wednesday, January 04, 2006
i'm dropping my car off at the shop across the street from work.
patrick, the nice man who works there, is waiting for me to answer a question.
but i am transfixed by the TV -
my attention first caught by the sound of conan o'brien's voice
(i had such a crush on him back in college)
then snared by the sight
of martha stewart
with a head of dark brown hair.
"wow," i say to patrick.
"martha stewart has brown hair. what's next? the world is changing
too fast, i can't keep up."
he laughs. i give him my phone number. there is a giant pumpkin on the counter
covered in ballpoint-pen signatures, adorned with a