You ever have a day where you feel like you look good, well, not good exactly, but O.K., not bad, and you feel like that all day, then toward the end of the day, you see yourself in a mirror, or reflected in a window, and you think, "Shit. Is that what I really look like?" Then your whole day feels like it was a lie? That happened to me the other day. Today I rewrote another six or seven pages of Speaking Japanese and fixed up the website a bunch. Still a lot to go. I was looking around the internet and some hippies out in San Fransisco stole our name. God I hate hippies.