You know, you think you know a thing or two about a thing or two...and then you find out you know shit. I'm feeling uninspired, lazy, lonely and fantastically unattractive. I came home from work and parked my ass in front of the TV for a two-hour special Trading Spouses. Good stuff, let me tell you. And so now I will go to sleep. I'm not tired and it's early, but even I'm getting bored with all this self-pity. Like an old friend used to say, "I am so confuso". I suppose I had better call her and we can prowl the town together. What's that the kids say about misery and company?