I've come to that time of the evening when I paint "NERD" across my forehead, put on my jammies, turn on "Whose Line Is It, Anyway?" and get into bed with my laptop. (All of the aforementioned really happens except the forehead painting part....) Julia and I often chat on AIM and watch "Whose Line" together (well, as together as you can from several states apart) at this time of night, and I kind of wind down from the day, and all is grand. Tonight I'm feeling a little jittery. First of all, Waldo is still at large, and as my bathroom is connected to my bedroom and I can no longer find him...
I have a confession to make. I have been watching The Swan on a regular basis. Smack me. Hard. Please. I watched it tonight. I have no valid excuse, other than that my choices were to sit on my couch and watch that or actually haul my butt upstairs and fold laundry. I'm not out of underwear yet so you can see that this was really no choice at all. (There may have been more choices earlier in the evening, but after the post-bedtime hour of "get back in bed," "if I have to come up there again someone had better be either on fire or bleeding," "could we please have this crisis about your feet...
