Violent headache has descended. Was it the cauliflower soup or sleep deprivation (self-imposed)? Or yesterday's rancid blueberry crisp, which KEM kept eating, knowing better. It was like the spoon was on auto pilot.

Oh, and tonight, Monday night, I was all set to watch the second installment of ice skater Johnny Weir's reality TV show. Kept checking in on the station to be sure it hadn't started because I wasn't sure exactly what time it started. Eventually, it occurred to me that maybe I wouldn't get to see the show tonight since tonight is not Monday night after all, it is actually Wednesday night.

Something . . . take me away.

KEM