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So, here's my big problem with the ubiquity of those little cell-phone earpiece thingees: you just can't tell who's crazy anymore. Used to be, you saw someone having a conversation with nobody there and you knew: crazy. Now you have to look for the bluetooth headset first.

I've gotten so used to this that I've started to make the reverse assumption. I sat next to a fellow on the train the other day who was having a running, fairly normal sounding conversation. It was only when he got up when I realized the dude didn't have a cell. He was just taking a call on the schizo-phone.

If I was the type of person who heard voices and had conversations with people nobody else could see, I would totally take advantage of this phenomenon. Just wear one of those bluetooth earpieces and you can rant on to your heart's content. Everyone will just think you're an asshole with a cell phone. It's like stealth technology for crazy people!

I'm thinking of biking to my Mom's house in Indiana on Sunday. 50 miles will be more than double the longest distance I've ridden, but if the day's nice I'm going to go for it. Check me out, all health and active and shit!

In other news: 5 weeks until L.A.! Yipes.

Ta for now,

--A