A big shout out to Mike for coming over and dragging my ass out of bed. He even made sure I ate lunch, knowing that when I get in a funk like this (Granny unreachable, Mom unhappy, job untenable, festival still over 1000 miles away) I tend not to eat. Mmm. Rome's Pizza.

The Adult Swim shirt, BTW, started out as a men's x-large before I and my serger got a hold of it.

And to make it even better, when I got back from refilling the antidepressant, there was Sampler in my mailbox. Sug loves The Sampler almost as much as I do. (You can see her ultrasound spot right behind her front shoulder. Don't tell her I told you that. She's very self-conscious.) --regan