When I arrive at work in the mornings and see that little red light on my phone, I am filled with dread. I hate having voicemail in the mornings. I dread listening to the message, seeing what people want from me. Kind of crazy, yes. But that's me.

Hey, if you have family or friends in LA, I hope they're okay. I don't think it's unreasonable to say that fires suck. A lot.

Mom left yesterday. I was sad to see her go, but a little relieved. It's hard having guests and having to go to work and juggle all that. But I'll have remnants of this visit for many many weeks to come-- there is a ridiculous amount of food in my freezer and fridge. Yumm.

So dude. You know when there's a person who you think is cool, nice, awesome, etc., but you think they're pretty normal. And then you find out they are ridiculously smart. And you just had no idea. There's a girl who's a junior in my house who got a 36 on her MCAT, two girls who got 35s, and a girl who got a 34. Dang. Congrats girls!

Lots of work to do today. No desire to do it.