Dear Everybody:

Should you ever find yourself in a singing group that wants to record a CD on four consecutive evenings, after you've been beat up every day at work because there's a proposal due and your boss is on vacation and your boss's boss is therefore up your butt more frequently than your favorite dildo and your schedule requires you to leave the house at 7:30 a.m. and get home around midnight and you're pretty much working all the time except for the excruciating morning commute to the office on the "We'll make it work when you can rhyme something with it" line and then on the bus and then the bus and then the bus to get you from Tysons Corner to Annandale (plus, ok, the few minutes it takes to put a rambling LJ entry together) and when you finally get home your cats give you a look just like that maître d' in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, like you're some kinda punkass bedraggled loser and they say, "Well, just look what I dragged in!"... well... I counsel prudence.