I've been up since 3:20 this morning, and here's what's running through my head.

1) Can the English-speaking world shut up about Ronald Reagan for just five minutes? I'm begging. Politics aside, he was a very ill 93-year-old man. Quel surprise that he's finally in the great B-movie in the sky (or down below). I know the media prepared these pieces years in advance, since the guy was sick for so long, but did it have to prepare so damn many of them? Next!

2) "A Pentagon report last year argued that President George W Bush was not bound by laws banning the use of torture, according to the Wall Street Journal. The document also argued that torturers acting under presidential orders could not be prosecuted, the paper said.". I thought George Washington asking to be president, not king, was supposed to take care of this kind of thing. (Or is that an urban legend?)

3) A year later, and it's still hilarious to watch LA people pretend we have seasons here. We're into what the locals call "June Gloom," which means it's cloudy and "cold" (in the 60s and 70s). That happens to be what it's like in northern Germany (and, I presume, elsewhere in northern Europe and in the Pacific Northwest) year-round. Which means those places are the ones without seasons. Uh. Logic circuits short-circuiting. Abort! Abort!

5) Am I ever going to be able to write half-time and teach half-time without getting a credential or reselling my soul?

6) What happened to 4)?

7) Need sleep. Zzzzz...