Let's all of us squeeze out our bloody gauze and call it a night.

I'm either amused or bemused. I suppose I could be both. Either the tables have turned or I'm being fucked with. At any rate. Be-amusement.

I am M4-free tonight. M4 means wisdom teeth (I'm told). Earlier in the day I resembled a younger, hotter, less French and more female Jean Chretien. Actually, the only way in which I resembled him was my horribly skewed mouth. Yes, yes; hear those cymbals crash.

I wish this TV I'm watching was made in the era where the remote control had been popularized.