First of all, good old Libby and his stupidities strike again. I don't want to get into it in a public forum, but the sooner we can talk the better. I'm kinda distressed and given the situation you're the only one I can talk to.

Secondly, I had the stupidest dream last night. I believe the progression goes like this: I think I was on Jeopardy, and I was losing pretty bad, and final Jeopardy wasn't a question...it was an assignment (which of course would make for thrilling tv...) The assignment was to write a short story. So I write the most trite and unoriginal story, as I recall it was about a guy whose brother died in Iraq. But I only have one piece of paper. So once I fill that sheet, I start carving the words into my desk. And when my desk is full, I start writing on the walls. And halfway through the wall-painting phase, I find another sheet of paper and write the conclusion on that. Dream over.