I received a marriage proposal.
Unfortunately, my gentleman caller was clearly...not all there upstairs, evidenced by the fact that he proceeded to call me Mother.
Only in New York? Nah, I'm sure guys propose to their moms much more often in the south. Or at the Bates Motel.
In other news, work is killing me and I'm having a hard time concentrating at my desk for more than half an hour at a time because I'm so tired. I brought some deposition transcripts home but will I look at them? After a glass of wine.
As for more randomness, the fact that Growing Pains is on for an hour every night makes me really happy.
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