I wish I could meet Bill Murray. I think he'd like me very much and I'd love to make him dinner. I somehow liken him to God and feel like maybe he can answer a big percent, if not all, of life's mysteries. Like why exactly can't you wear white after labor day? How do billboards get painted? Why do they switch the R's and the L's in Japan? Is static cling an act of God? Maybe I just want him to lie to me and say that it gets easier.