So I barely dragged myself out of bed yesterday morning, because I went to bed at 4a. Why? Well, I didn't mean to, but I got caught up in watching The Getaway on Cinemax, even though I was taping it.

And why did I stay up until 4a watching a mediocre Alec Baldwin remake of a mediocre Steve McQueen film? Even though I was taping it? Well...um... David Morse is in it, shooting a big gun.

I know, I know...I think that the last time I did the whole "watch every film that this actor is in no matter how bad" discovery thing was pre this journal. It was my man Tommy Lee Jones after watching Under Siege back in '92.

I have seen every piece of crap that the man was in--I'd put myself against any other fan with Nate and Hayes and Black Moon Rising trivia. I have seen everything, man--I have seen The Betsy. I think that pretty much says it all.

And now, it's David Morse's turn. I'm sorry, Tommy Lee, you have been usurped. I do still love you, and I would certainly still crawl over broken glass from here to Rhode Island to give you a blowjob, but I've been making that offer for eight years, and you have yet to take me up on it!

I'm sorry, my patient audience, but I'm not going to calm down about this whole thing for awhile--it's my inner obssessive/compulsive stalker nature coming to the fore and you're just gonna have to suck it up.

So I staggered into work at 11.30a after having gotten up at 10a, but The Raccoon wasn't in, because her daughter has bronchitis.

Sometimes when I'm there alone(ish), I end up being run off my feet and rushed to death and it's all "Emergency! Emergency! This is an emergency! Wait, here's another emergency! O, um, so's this! AAARRRGGGHHH!!!!" but at other times it's more "Eh, can you do this when you have the time? No, it's no rush, tra la la..." and yesterday was certainly the latter.

I usually feel more accomplished when it's the latter, as well, whereas in the former I often find that I have done half of twelve things and not finished anything entirely, and yesterday I cut some checks and entered some invoices and answered all of my phone calls and left at 7p and went home and made beef stroganoff!

Very nice, very calm, very accomplished. Of course, she won't be in again tomorrow, and that's when the panic is certain to arise.

Today's horoscope:
Today you feel caught between emotional needs for warmth and excitement versus logical needs to face facts. Go for both.

One year ago today:
(whomever that idiot was who said that Joseph Fiennes is Ralph's Ugly Brother should be horsewhipped!)

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