Josh G.: I’m going to call you Brother Dan. Paul: Ok, I like it. But why? Josh G.: Isn’t there a character in “Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?” named Brother Dan? Paul: (Thinking to himself that anybody who knows anything about OBWAT is aight) Not sure. But, (singing) ‘I-iii am a man of constant sorrow. [...]

–Philip Marlow, Private Eye (authored by Raymond Chandler) I think trouble is my business, too. So maybe my trouble isn’t a flashy blonde with great gams and a pearl-handled .22, but its trouble nonetheless. That’s all I could think to say about another week working with my patients. Something has to make psychology sound exciting. [...]

Dad: We made ashtrays in art in high school. We made them out of clay and we put marbles in them. Then, when we fired them, they had nice marble bottoms. Paul: Like the statue of David. I’ll let you figure it out.

Got an email from the dastardly (that’s with a “D”) Seminary-Which-Shall-Remain-Nameless saying my degree has officially posted (as of Sept. 19th–cuz it takes three months to hit the “Graduate” button on the registrar’s computer). Diploma is supposedly in the mail. Ha. I forgot I didn’t have it. What I do have is a diploma folder [...]