seamus and al, the cutest girl on earth™ peeped around the wall to my cell.
“how are you?” al asked.
“it’s 9:16,” i said. “and i’m already pissed off.”
“oh no! i was going to use you to be my voice of reason because i’m about to get incredibly bitchy.”
“great,” i said, and then gave my monitor the double one-finger salute.
“hey now,” seamus said. “no flipping off your monitor before 10. you know the rules.”

grrrrr. it’s going to be one of those days. and i don’t even have roland here to help.