O God, what a horrible night I spent. I went to sleep at 4a, planning on getting up at 11a, which was bad enough, but instead I woke a 8a with a hideous allergy attack. I couldn't breathe AT ALL, as the air was so thick that you could carve it up and use it for roofing material. The worst part was that I had no idea where my inhaler was, as I had not used it for so long. I tried to get back to sleep, but every time I would lay down it would start again, and trying to sleep sitting up like the Elephant Man wasn't working either.

What a nightmare.

Okay, okay, let me see if I've got this straight.

Bob Dole is old.
Dennis Rodman is in touch with his feminine side.
People who live in New York and people who live in California are different from people in the rest of the country, as well as from each other.

Can we move ON, now?

I read the last section of The Green Mile today. I was reading it on the subway, and I started to cry. I left the subway, and was reading it while walking (as is my wont), and I was crying harder. I got to the restaurant where I was going to have dinner, and I was sobbing. The waiter came over to get my order, and I was an utter mess, runny nose, glasses on the table, dabbing my eyes with the napkin, and trying to say, through ragged breaths "I'll have a grilled cheese with bacon and tomato and a Coke, please".

He must have thought I was mad.

I've been seeing the ads for Michael Collins, which is about one of the great martyrs of Ireland; a subject I am very interested in. Is that why I and every woman in America (and possibly the world) will be seeing this movie?

Nope. It stars Liam Neeson, Stephen Rea, Aidan Quinn, and Alan Rickman, that's why.

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