I could be watching American Idol, but I had to spend fifteen minutes feeding this confounded machine clever ideas for titles to find one that wasn't taken. It pains me to admit I love American Idol, cheap wine in large quantities and buttered bread with salt. My Happy Place is some combination of the three. My usual place is the laundry room and similar excruciatingly real life locations. I love my little dog even when she smells like a dog.

More later.