I have my Drambuie and soda (which I just spilt all over myself and the keyboard), I'm listening to music from WWII, I'm about to do my nails, and it's Friday. Despite myself, I have the urge to write. I get like this. and a few weeks from now I'll be lamenting the fact I can't write. Go figure. I have no idea what to do with the rest of my Friday, so give me a holler if you're around.