I've been thinking about that feeling you have after coming back from a long trip, when you've traveled thousands of miles and you're dirty and exhausted and exhilerated, and you open your front door back on your life, and you take the hottest shower you can stand and crawl into your bed and everything you've returned to feels old and new and perfect. I haven't had that in ages. My head feels more like that woman in "The Yellow Wallpaper" who's wearing a track around the walls of her room.

I wrote another article for Gig Matrix about Joe Millionaire. Ugh. I hate Joe Millionaire. I hate myself and Joe Millionaire. I'm interested to hear if anyone has thoughts about it, though.