Current mood:	blah
Current music:	Ben Taylor - "Nothing I Can Do"

I always love the avant garde episodes of "Runway" the best:







I'm placing my bets on either Joe or Korto to win (probably the latter).

Insomnia for the 3rd night in a row, and it's starting to piss me off. Part of it is my back; now even when I HAVEN'T been doing exercise, it aches. Fabulous.

Am finally rid of bloody trainee; being shackled to her for 10 hours a day was making migraines much worse. She is mentally the slowest person I have ever met; she uses the word "humdinger" a lot; she never shuts up about her tyrant of a mother in Minne-SO-ta; and did not know who the president was until I told her. In fact, she does not believe a woman should BE president. Needless to say, none of these qualities endeared her to me.

Christ, I want to sleep.

Everyone who loves James Taylor needs to run right out and buy his son Ben's "Another Run Around The Sun." It's aptly named; it is a beautiful album and already I love it dearly.

Bubba and cats and mum all very wonderful. Those three parts of my family are all that keeps me going on the bad days. On the good days, I am so glad to not be hurting that I am invariably in a great mood.

I just realized it's September 11th. Yep. Time for Ghouliani to break out his hair shirt and constant refrain - his "Freebird," to quote Jon Stewart. Time for the rest of us to be pissed off and sad and remember what we were doing that morning (and the PWM and Logan connection, if you're in our neck of the Maine woods).

Reread this entire post and it's totally disjointed; O well. Time to take more drugs and hope that I have pleasantly pharmaceutitastic dreams.