Rattlebrain

Working as a substitute for my own father today. Doesn't that sound like some kind of a complex?

Last night we were one of two trivia teams, out of twenty-nine teams, that correctly identified lost lyrics as being from"Heart and Soul" by Huey Lewis and the News...I think the other people were using their cell phones. Had a salmon wrap that was terrible. Probably the salmon's and not the establishment's fault.

Woke up this morning six hours after having fallen asleep to "The Black Museum" with Orson Welles on my iPod. Wish there were more episodes of Vincent Price's "The Price of Fear" available on the internet, but I haven't found them yet.

Black tights have small, clear nail polish mended run in them. Hope no one notices.