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11 April 2000

Today is my birthday. My mother ad­dressed her card to “My Darling Son Michael Stillwell”; she signed the card “With much love, Elaine” under which she has help­fully written, “mum.”

My father sent me McSweeney’s #4 for said birthday, which was very nice of him. Speak­ing of McSweeney’s, what do y’all make of the latest goings on? Why is Dave Eggers so bitter? Is it all a joke no-one got?

The other day, in my house, I caught a mouse.

Is there a story behind the choice of *69 as the number that calls the number that just called you? 69 is one hell of a mnemonic for any­thing to do with—giggle—reciprocation, but I’m guess­ing that there must have been some pretty en­ter­tain­ing board meet­ings over this. (“Peters, are you aware that children use the telephone? Children, Peters.”)

There’s both more and less photos of me at ALL IS VANITY. Check out my grandmother! (She: “You want me to stand against that wall??”)