I am terrified of flying and sitting next to kids is the BEST cure. Because I don’t want to scare them, so it’s like my maternal urges (or whatever) just shut down my anxiety. Some part of my brain is screaming that THIS TIME physics will not work, but I can’t hear it because I have to protect this kid. Better than…

I was going to name my dog Ruggles (Pynchon's middle name), but then I realized that I would probably not really like him at first, then be super into him to an unhealthy level for a while, but after too much exposure realize that maybe I don't even actually like him as much as I thought I did and I'm just tolerating…

Oh Don Draper, always tooting his own horn...