1. Every time I hear the Rolling Stones' "Gimme Shelter," I think it might be the perfect rock and roll song.

2. A really nice dig I got this weekend: I was hanging out with some friends the night before Sebastian's wedding. I'm not sure how, but the conversation turned to bad drinking experiences the guys had had. One mentioned a trip on a hovercraft across the English Channel that was particularly unpleasant. Another guy said, "I saw this documentary on the Discovery Channel about how the built the Chunnel. They had these two giant boring machines..." Me, cutting in: "You mean kind of like you right now?" Total showstopper. I was pretty proud of that one.

3. Belated congratulations: To Mr. Poon, for landing a clerkship. To Mr. Fun Ball, for passing the bar. And to Scheherazade for her one-year blogiversary. I'm sure I've missed something else I need to commend someone on, but that will have to wait for the belated congrats section of a future post.

4. I'm sick as a dog. I slept all day yesterday, and today have been through about a whole box of tissues. So for all you pretty ladies, the make-out session has been postponed. But feel free to practice with each other until I'm back to full strength.

[Post in progress, awaiting more thoughts.]