Other notes, we saw the Famous Twins last night while escaping the Financial district. They're so short!

When I got home, I was so wound up that I couldn't go to sleep and spent at least half an hour yammering to myself, trying to get all my thoughts out of my head so I could relax. Like getting a phone call from that person who just won't shut up ... that was me, inside my own head.

I've decided that books about real people are depressing, since you can't really escape the fact that shit like that really does happen. It's back to sci-fi/fantasy for me.