You Attractive Individual!
So I can't really beat a few of you people's bad weekends, but here's my sob story-my chair broke and my room is infested with ants, which isn't my fault. Somebody's taking a look at it tommorow. In the meanwhile I fantasize about getting to bed on time and weather that isn't stark raving mad. The fact that I just found the Holy Grail of alto reeds is small comfort. I'm out like a dulcimer.