These past few days, I’ve felt such an achy need to write and write about all the weird stuff jamming up my head, but I’ve either been unable to access a computer or too damn flayed when I do have access to form a complete sentence, leaving me with nothing but a few down-slanting notes in a Moleskine. Lucky for me, it looks like Rain Likely all weekend, and we have nothing we absolutely have to do, so I may get a chance to sit in this creaky-ass chair for serious and typitty-type. It’s been so long since I worked on a story, and I’m guilted out about it. I want the drab weekend to act like a shot of Pitocin and get my cerebrum cranking.

Also. I was a little sad (and so was Janice Dickinson, I suspect) that Kahlen wasn’t this cycle’s “America’s Next Top Model,” though it’s not like Naima wasn’t pretty 0r charismatic enough. I just dread Naima’s Cover Girl commercials with her all marble-mouthed.