I bought this notebook in New York about a year and a half ago at a store whose name I have totally forgotten, but on the back cover there is the name of a website, and when I visited it I couldn't make head or tails of it because the majority of it is in Japanese. This is the notebook that I carry with me almost everywhere, it's where I jot down thoughts and ideas and funny things that Leta says. And those books up there in the top right, those are advance copies of the anthology I put together. Yesterday I gave one to my dad, and I guess he read the essay I'd written about him, and you know what? HE SURVIVED IT. It didn't kill him! Even though there are over seven paragraphs in that essay about suppositories.