We headed out to UCLA yesterday to go see a small production of a play our friend Ryan wrote. It was a comedy called The Three Christs of Ypsilanti, and it was inspired by the true story of three mental patients, each with a Christ complex, who were put into group therapy together at a state hospital in the '60s. I already knew Ryan was funny, but it was a very cool thing to see his creative efforts materialized. I like knowing interesting people.

While on campus before the play started, I was having a cup of coffee in an outdoor lounge-type area when a guy I didn't know walked past me on his way to a trash can. He threw away whatever it was he wanted to throw away, looked right at me, and started humming the theme song from "Dawson's Creek." Now, it could be that I'm making too much of this interlude, but given the fact that I first became aware of that show's existence when someone told me I looked like Michelle Williams—and that it would take two hands and a foot to count the number of subsequent times random people compared me to Jen, her character on the show—I am fairly certain I was being WBified.

It's not paranoia if they're really out to get you, kids. Cha-cha.