Manic Monday
1.) Grrrr. Not only do I still get The Statesman, which I quit subscribing to, I got two new phone books on my doorstep. Somebody make it stop!

2.) I'm walking up the south steps to the Capitol. A Hispanic looking dude comes out of a town car. He looks somewhat familiar. Then he comes closer and I realize it's New Mexico Governor Bill Richardson, only about 25 pounds thinner than he looks on TV.

Me: Hey Governor.
Him: How are you? I remember you from an event!
Me: No, you must just think all Asians look alike.
Him: Are you sure we haven't met?
Me: Yep.

3.) After work I go to Whole Foods HQ to buy myself some pizza. (This seems sort of paradoxical but let's just ignore that.) In line, I run into an ambiguously gay state lawmaker, accompanied by a dude wearing a muscle shirt. I don't think it's ambiguous anymore.

OH, ALSO!!! Dan and I learned while eavesdropping on a conversation yesterday that Kirsten Dunst was hit by a car (but not injured) while in town for SXSW.