Oh, and I didn't get anything done last night because I watched three hours of Viva la BAM. Every once in a while, I simply must see mindless antics and mayhem that could easily end in severe injury or death for the participants. It's one of the things that compensates for the dullness of my inescapable daily routine. A Finnish guy buried up to his neck on a Mexican beach with the tide coming in, and then being dug out by a chubby passing middle-aged male European tourist wearing a thong is just as funny to me now as it would have been when I was ten years old. Such things simply weren't available in those days. I refuse to forgo them simply because I was born too soon.
When I wake up, I'll have to return to tedious seriousness, alas. It's the time of month when many things must be arranged and numerous extra tasks undertaken. And it's Wednesday, too.