This entry took me 45 minutes to write.

I went to bed early (earlier) last night because I'm old. And because drinking coffee and Diet Mountain Dew all day in an effort to facilitate maximum workplace productivity (If you can't send out a detailed e-mail in five seconds or less, you're not working hard enough!) will make you crash at, like, seven-thirty. The Wheel wasn't even on yet and I was angling toward bed.

Sloppily, sleepily, zombie-ly angling.

I want a Wilson on canonwars. I'm also pimping symptomology. 'Cause.

Work-related pabulum: throwtomato.com. My company is kind of awesome.

I should really have some basis for cohesive thought when I post here.

I don't even watch this show.

But I just downloaded Blake Lewis' cover of "Shot Through The Heart" --

-- I DON'T KNOW WHO I AM ANYMORE.