I should have known when I woke this morning singing The Lion Sleeps Tonight
that I was in a for a bad day. Or maybe I should have know at 4am when I woke from a dream in which John Kerry morphed into the Michelin Man and was chasing me through the butterfly tent at the Bronx Zoo.
A wimoweh, a-wimoweh a-wimoweh, a wimoweh
Make it stop. Please.
: Dodd woke up
with Air Supply in his head. He says that like it's a bad thing.