This is a warning to the general public that if I end up leaving Artichoke Land this summer I will be going through an extreme blue period starting about May 11th. Avoid me, as I'll be a crying, reminiscing, dramatic, negative, spaz-ing mess.
Secondly, I've had Cher's Gypsies Tramps and Thieves in my head since I stepped off the train from Chicago. Interesting choice, brain.
Third, the Musketeers have bet me a new pair of jeans that I cannot adhere to a healthy diet. I would like to go on record and announce officially that they are going down in a manner quite similar to Judge Joe Brown. That is all.
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