Shit! I am an space cadet of the highest order. I just talked to my mom and she asked me if I was coming down on Wednesday or Tuesday. And I said on Wednesday, meaning September 14 for her wedding on the 16th. And then she made some comment about how she was excited to see me next week. And I said "Whoah! Next week? What do you mean? You're wedding's not next week. And apparently it is and for some reason I have had the wrong date in my head for months. So I am actually going to Virginia a week from today, terribly broke, still without having gotten anything to wear to this wedding yet. Yikes! Luckily, I don't have to worry about that forty dollar bus ticket though since my mom offered to buy me a train ticket. Sweet! Last time I rode a train back and forth between DC, I was reading Proust also. Or Sebald. I can't remember and that type of difference doesn't really matter I think, because it is that certain daydreamy type of writing I will be reading as I pass pretty and ugly things and travel between two periods of my life.