I am too lazy to get my plug so I'm gonna to try to write this all "reserve battery styles" ie; no spell-check.

Okay okay.. I am going to get the plug. I wish a bag of chips would magically appear next to the plug - but it won't.

Righty-oh here we go. This is another one of those entries where I entertain my seven readers with a humorous story told through gritted teeth.

My spleen really does seem to be aching slightly, or my liver - if it's the liver it's probably a result of the 1:1 ratio of wine bottles to dinner guests last night, and the fact that this morning I didn't get a sufficient amount of time between "wakey-wakey little flaky" and drinking a coffee, before I had to get my sorry ass out to "nadir-of-your-life-up-to-this-point" driving school. Where Claude, resplendent in his black driving jacket and yellow golf shirt, was waiting to take me on a whirl to the parking lots of the south shore.