Work, it has not been contributing to my well-being of late. And that’s all I’m going to say about that.

And last night’s lame-ass excuse for an “America’s Next Top Model” episode? Sludges my carburetor, that’s for sure. I haven’t been watching for seven weeks only to be served a revisionist clip show, for crime’s egg.

Proof that I’m in a weakened, stressed-out state: a commercial for the “Rent” movie made me teary-eyed. Now, don’t you feel better about yourself in comparison?