So I had a bit to drink last night. And the night before, and the night before that, and the one before that too. And all that drinking caught up with me this morning. I felt like there were some spare bit of hardware from the set clanging around in my brain, and I totally looked like shit. Also, I remember just enough about the ride home last night to be assured that I probably need to apologize about ... something ... to ... someone. So I totally called in sick today and have spend the entirety of the day cat-napping on the porch, reading and rehydrating. I haven't called in sick to work in at least a year, and I think I owed it to myself.
Also, a strange observation: drinking makes me have really vivid, resonant dreams, the kind that really stick to my brain after I wake up. And sometimes, they are kinda sexy... So if I'm acting all weird around you, rest assured it's nothing personal, my brain is just very errr... active. *wink*

And now, to make Bil laugh, and to further confuse Hollywood, (who seems oddly disturbed by this, as he's brought it up disparagingly the last several nights), the Taylor Hicks newslink of the day.

That is all.