My whole day so far feels like it’s been scripted by Matthew Blackett.

Some examples:

I was in the kitchen with the window open. Below, a red convertible was playing classical music really loud. I yelled down, “Ralph Vaughan-Williams! Nice!” The driver gave me a thumbs-up.

My roommate left to go to the gym. One minute later, she ran back upstairs, screaming. “There’s an alien corpse on our doorstep!” It was a squirrel fetus.

I wore a pink shirt today. A rollerblader passing me said, “Hey! Molly Ringwald!” When he failed to get my attention, he tried again. “Hot, punk styling Molly Ringwald?”

I went to buy red lace to sew onto my Evil Dead t-shirt. The salesgirl came over to offer her opinion. “This one looks more ‘blood and bordellos’.” Has she even seen the movie?

Take two of the comicon today, with my friend Jamie if he calls me back. Then a birthday party tonight, if my friends call me back. Maybe my phone is broken.