...here i am in corduroy (catch it in your Polaroid)...

God, I do not have the strength or finesse to deal with this in the middle of a night when I am a) straddling borderline healthy, and b) trying to make sense of Gerald Dworkin.

I want to be in the middle of a REM cycle, dear lord - and I am working tomorrow, so let's talk about the chances of that and how it is slim-none.

Also -- ouch. This hurts, hurts. You'd think I was talking about the physical, but interestingly enough it's all the rest that hurts.

I love how Janet was talking about this earlier. How she wasn't going to be all diplomatic-friendly and shit and withhold her "I told you so's".

Fine. Be that way.