That said, the day's been long and my bedtime tonight will be soon. It's time for comforting stuff: I'm grilling up grilled cheese (a sandwich, in case anyone thinks I grill just cheese) and playing Dire Straits (Making Movies) on the stereo.
Maybe a sign of my tired mind: Tonight I almost said "As happy as a clam in ham." WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!
(And my sick mind is going "You know, 'as happy as a ham in clam" makes a little more sense, because...," but that thought's not continuing on this journal.)
Good night, all! It should commence...NOW.