Ack. I am beat. I've had a large number of non-playgirl related obligations, and I've been rendered mostly incoherent with exhaustia. So exhausted that in my befuddlement, I burned my arm on a dish of chicken that I was taking out of the oven. I've got a cool burn, now. Sort of looks like a ritual scarification...The ritual of the chicken dish...

See what I mean. In-co-freakin-herent.