I think picturing Jesse in a pink marabou-trimmed ten-gallon hat as part of her new pimptress outfit is happy-making.

I have yet more headaches (maybe I should stop frequenting b.org since headaches might be some sort of contact infection from this joint...) and it's making it even harder to get to work on the dreaded resume writing. So maybe it's happy-making that you don't have to write a resume? Maybe?

I got nothing.

And probably NOT as a pimp.

Don't lose hope!

I don't WANT to be a pimp! It's so hard!

Pimpin' ain't easy, Jesse.

See, I always knew it ain't easy, but it wasn't until last night that I realized just how hard it is for a pimp.

Poor pimps. We should start a Save the Pimps Foundation.

"Help us preserve these magnificent creatures in their natural habitat, their gorgeous plumage the only brightness in these drab concrete jungles! Your contribution of less than a hit of smack a day can buy a shiny new ho for a starving pimp! Be a part of the solution - donate today!"

Today's happy news - I am starting to taste more of my food. Stoopid cold

Glad it's getting a bit better, beth.

On day 2 of a mild but annoying migraine here. I had to put in 8 hours yesterday once my vision cleared up, but today I was able to indulge the urge to sleep and did absolutely nothing productive. Fortunately, when I gave in to commercial advertising and braved a restaurant full of screeching children for Lobsterfest tonight, I at least got the consolation prize of a friendly and smoking hot waiter. Ah, if only I were a decade younger or a much more blatant lech...

You are to be commended, Matt, for even thinking about flirting on day 2 of a migraine.