Well, it's Sunday morning, and I am awake at 9:45. Cuz, you know, the gods hate me or summat. I'm choking on mango strings, and I just had one of my girl friends over for a sleepover thing. She insisted upon painting my nails, and we went for a walk down to the park and talked about things, the likes of which should never come out of anybody's mouth. And to top it all off, I have to play in the band at graduation this afternoon, in a space meant for perhaps ten people, which will have instead ninety people.