I dreamed that I had a bald spot in the back of my head, right now it's threatening to be a bald spot, and that I was alone still.
That line sounded more interesting in my head.
Tim Russert died. I found out when I got home. I alway liked the guy, and like how he liked the Bills and Sabres. He didn't seem entirely like a talking head. I don't really have much else to say about all that, they've eulogized him all day on MSNBC.
I found this photo though: