Parenthood seems really rewarding... like martyrdom, but without the glamour.

I really appreciate the way you don't appreciate me, said my subconscious as I agreed to go out with her yet again.

Writing a new film about cereal killers. Not serial killers, cereal killers. The main character can eat two, three boxes at a time.

I'm endlessly amazed by what people are capable of, and incapable of.

I don't know if it's the economy, but finding work as a spiritual guru is really hard. Maybe I should grow my hair out.

I've decided to retreat to the spirit world where I feel appreciated and understood.

Coming to terms with my feelings of worthlessness isn't always a bad time, but it's rarely a good one.