I sat around for 90 minutes this morning, trying to stir my brain noodles into something resembling a finished pasta dish, but bleh. Thought I’d go pump some iron and return improved, but it’s no better.
Instead, here’s a story to give you an icky thrill: NYC cop says he tested positive for cocaine through “passive ingestion,” via his girlfriend. While we admire the policeman for being, er, sensitive to a woman’s needs, we also think he’s a big ol’ liar.
So you guys take it away, today. I already feel myself sliding into a holiday-weekend head. Back later, mebbe.