Travis said he saw me driving home last night. Says I have a terrible driving face, that I look like I just don't want to be there. Ok. I told him it's more likely that I'm off somewhere else. I realized the other day that I've been driving for a decade and that it's something I don't really have to think about, it's more of an automatic action, especially in the areas I drive in every day. This isn't to say that I'm not paying attention or that I'm not a cautious driver, ask anybody, I drive like a grandmother. But when I drive I'm usually writing in my head. I get the most beautiful, well-crafted things written in my head when I'm driving and I can't write them down and when I get to wherever I'm going I've either forgotten them or I can't write them down because I have to go do whatever it is that I'm doing. I'm thinking maybe I should get a tape recorder-or, this being the year 2007 a digital recorder-to record my thoughts while driving, but then I also think that once I had the recorder I'd never have a good idea again or that you can't look like more of a dork than when you're telling your thoughts to a recorder. Plus, there's something so inellegant and unromantic about a contraption like a recorder compared to the various scraps of paper I usually write things on and leave all over the place. Not exactly a world-beater problem here, nothing on par with global warming or starvation, but it's what I'm contemplating at the moment.