There are days when I just have this ridiculous ache that won't go away. I just stood in the kitchen and warbled my way through "Leader of the Band" crying the whole time. I've been like this since yesterday. I associate this with the "too much fun" syndrome...you know, like the nights where you have a good bit to drink, have a blast, and then feel like a dead dog's ass for two days?

And not that I'm commenting much on the recent spate of Hollywood/celebrity deaths, but it just shows you that no amount of fortune or fame can buy happiness.