I'm all discombobulatamajed today.

Here's the thing: *don't* ask me to babysit your kid and then ask your mother as well. Who the hell is your kid anyway, The Second Coming?? Why the eff would he need two babysitters???

Ignore me. I'm just pissed about getting four hours of sleep for no goddamn reason.

And, in other news, I really do have to get around to meeting more of you folks offline. I totally squealed at rustler yesterday, and she squealed back, we had dinner and coffee, and now we're BFF. I'm pretty sure that's how it went down. Take note, FL.

Have I mentioned I'm sort of tired? No? Okay.

Lars!!