AUSTIN, Texas, July 24, 2005 — It's still surreal being home. Like being in a movie. I watch CBS Sunday Morning, work on my journal some. I finally get to the gym. I do some recumbent bike and start on the weights again. My pecs and triceps will be sore tomorrow, I bet.

I talk to some people relaxing around the pool. At home I read old papers, watch movies from my pile from the film festival. We fix ourselves meals and snacks. I watch Six Feet Under with FFP and go back to my AFF films.

I go to sleep and dream of my glasses getting broken, of being with our Bronxville friends but

in some foreign country where we are trying to ride a ferry but can't find it but we are with other people and we have to work on a case together because we are detectives.

Yeah, it's surreal to be home. Like a movie.