If you break out in tears after your boss gives you a snarky response, you’re too stressed out.

I’m too stressed out.

But I won’t dwell. Instead, I’ll ramble.

I wrote earlier about waking up in the middle of the night and catching Fear and Loathing. For some reason, I could not for the life of me remember the name Hunter S. Thompson.

Then someone signed my guestbook to let me know the name that was eluding me. I’ll admit I was surprised. I just hope people understand that I feel incredibly honored anytime someone takes the… time to write me. It sounds weird, but running a website is a very isolating thing. I post files and words and ideas that people view but I have no idea if they find it helpful, interesting, or unhelpful.

I’m gonna stop this current vein of rant because it’s dull. Next thought:

You. Yeah, you. You reading my rant: Watch LAX on NBC Mondays at 9 CST.

If you think I’m even remotely amusing, watch this show.

I don’t normally laugh out loud at shows. But I’ve been cracking up. I heart both Heather Locklear and Blair Underwood now. And I guess Heather is a producer on the show. I have no idea what that means, but now have a whole new level of respect for her.