Today is not a day remarkable for my mental acuity. I feel hazy and blurred about the edges, and my thoughts continuously revolve around one particular topic. My mind keeps sitting in last night, rooting through conversations and events, picking out one biff thing after another.
I cannot stop humming showtunes -- yes, I realize that is about as queer as it is possible to be, but I'm too busy laughing at myself to care that "I'm as trite and as gay as a daisy in May / A cliche coming true." And you know how much I hate being cliche.