Spalding Gray died. Well, he died months ago, and they pulled him out of the East River yesterday. I find this sad, really freakin' sad. Especially after reading this about a month ago. Gray was an actor (I know you all saw "How High" and "Kate and Leopold") But I don't think I've ever seen him in a movie. (A lie exposed only by my love for "How High" and "Kate and Leopold.") But more importantly, he wrote autobiographical monologues that are ridiculously worth reading. Or, I hear, listening to, although I've never done that either.

Anyway, sad. I was going to post a longer thing, more thoughtful, but I have groceries to put away.
I'm so domesticated!