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Maybe because I spent all yesterday talking on the phone — first with Mengfei and Angie, then with a bunch of seniors who have been accepted to my alma mater — but regardless of the reason, I don’t have much to say today. I feel a bit like I’m on the inside looking out.

Thank goodness I found Roswell (Season 1) on Hulu to distract me, huh?

(PS: Am I the only one who sees a LOT of parallels between Roswell and Twilight? Not that it’s a bad thing, just interesting. I also didn’t realize Roswell was based on a series of YA books. Go literary adaptations!)

Anyway, instead of talking/blogging, I think I’ll go write. That’s a good thing, right?

I really enjoy writing novels. It’s like the ocean. You can just build a boat and take off. I can’t understand why anybody would criticize anything that ends up being a novel because you’ve arrived to the other shore, you’ve made it alive. Maybe you started off for Africa and ended up in Spain, but so what?

- Denis Johnson, in an interview with the San Francisco Reader

I saw him speak at the Mercantile Library on Wed night. Despite the seriousness of his books, he was very funny and charming. To tell you the truth, after listening to and watching him for an hour, I felt a greater understanding for why women (supposedly) used to go nuts over famous writers. There’s a definite appeal to men who are talented, confident, witty, and don’t bullshit.

Well, I’m back in Cincinnati after a lovely visit to Houston. What made it so lovely, you ask?

1. NO FIGHTS WITH MY PARENTS. And yes, we actually talked to each other. I hope Hell is enjoying its winter.
2. I successfully troubleshot (troubleshooted?) two computer issues for my dad.
3. I saw several friends, watched a few movies (The Secret Life of Bees, Australia, He’s Just Not That Into You, and The Girl Next Door), and visited my beloved Chinatown more than once.
4. I got to play with my cousin’s adorable daughter Kira.
5. I didn’t miss my flight today, thanks to the kind travelers and employees at Houston Intercontinental Airport.
6. I DIDN’T GET SICK!

I also didn’t post a new episode of Twenty-Somewhere — or anything bloggy — while I was away, so I’ll get on that. I know you’re all dying from anticipation.

But first, I need a shower. You can work up quite a sweat running around an airport terminal!