none of you won the wonderful prize on my radio show last night because none of you called in. shame on you.

grey days like today make it hard to get up early to go file microfiche in a basement library for three hours. honestly. how much greater would it be to sleep until 11? yeah, exactly.

sorry, but i’m to weary-eyed to manufacture any of yesterday’s events into entertaining vignettes. you’ll have to just imagine your own wild adventures of brian this morning.