Today, I used my third lifeline. I forgot to get a word. It's not that I didn't have opportunity. I went to an art talk at the Jones Center. I went to a party at a friend's house. Forgot to get a word. And it's not like I didn't think about it. I actually did. I thought about the fact that I have less than 30 days left. And I looked at my calendar where I marked the last day of the project. But I forgot. Somewhere between images from the Hirschorn and viewing Elizabeth Axtman's video "American Classics", I forgot. Oops. Somehow, though, I don't feel bad about it. I think omphaloskepsis kept me going for a couple of days. Let's see what the word is tomorrow.