Okay, so I’m sitting here at 2:26pm, and it hits me that I have not said one word today. I have not uttered a single sound. And that is usually because I’m just having a crappy day. I didn’t sleep last night. I up from ineffectually laying there and downed more pills than I could count, and passed out this morning around 7:30am. A few hours later, I wake up [oh, noonish?], feeling like I had been crammed into a trashcan, rolled down the street and thrown into a compactor by some big, brutishly-unkind man. My day has not progressed much since. Called in to work and said I’m not coming in … took a shower, got dressed, and am pro-actively doing nothing about the speech I am supposed to give in ~ 3 hours. Have you ever just felt like hell? It sucks. I find the word “cupboard” distinctly disturbing. It is pronounced “cubbard,” and when seen as text, makes one think of a 2″x4″ with a cup on one end. Although a cup board is really what it is, I find this word woefully inadequate for the tasks associated with a cup-bearing device. Hence, the cupboard will now be referred to as the “cupland,” insinuating that the object at hand is actually a complicated, socio-economically driven environment dedicated solely to the ideal of cup management. Thank you.