Not much time this morning, as I'm trying to get myself into work early. And since it is right now 8.14a, I don't think that I'll get there at 9a, what with my just sort of sitting here, bleary-eyed, watching Rufus Wainwright on Sessions on West 54th, yet to bathe, yet to dress, yet to write this. I'll shoot for 10a. Or even 9.30a! I'm so insanely optimistic.

Man, those are what I call good sideburns. Nobody wears sideburns at a reasonable length anymore.

And why do I have to get in early? Why, because The Raccoon's off sick, and I have to go be In Charge.

She was there yesterday, complaining that she didn't feel well, and with that look in her eyes, that glazed look where you can see the illness sort of bubbling up and taking over.

I looked at her at one point, and her neck was all red, like she had gotten sunburned, but since she hadn't been sunburned earlier, and hadn't been outside, my deductive reasoning is as such that I concluded that she was not, in fact, sunburned. So I went and felt her forehead, and she was just on fire, so I kicked her out and sent her home, like she did with me when I was so sick in February.

Which all comes back to the fact that I have to be all responsible that get my ass into the office around the time that most people go to the office rather than when I usually wander in.

Alright, off to be a responsible adult. Go figure!

Today's horoscope:
Today the watchwords are safe, sane and sensible. Any financial moves should be very practical. Use your common sense.

One year ago today:
(I accidentally typed "happy as a little git", which is probably truer, but I decided to change it).

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