Sigh...

Another night of poor sleep, Lone Reader. Why, oh why?

And a sad goodbye to Sydney Pollack. He was a fine director, but I always appreciated seeing him onscreen. I loved him in The Player and he was great in Michael Clayton, too.

Now I should work...am I rambling? Oh Hypnos, why hast thou forsaken me?

Alright... enough self-indulgence, although that is truly the bastion of the blogger. A more entertaining post later, I promise.