VERY garlic-y pizza (which is a good thing) and a Queer Eye rerun last night with Paul and his roommates Brandon and Mike, who popped in and out as we sat enthralled for like the seventh time by the gay magic of Butch's transformation.

This afternoon I go in for a preliminary evaluation to see if I'm a good candidate for LASIK surgery—even though paying for it is really just a pipe dream. Maybe I could have a bake sale.