Been feeling kind of sick lately, and not much like posting. Something has been going around my office and I think it finally made its way to my cube. Love that re-circulated air.

Got the vote out for Corzine on Tuesday, after the requisite bumbling poll workers were able to find some scissors and snip open the bag of provisional ballots. Nobody even bothered to check my ID and two pieces of mail with my new address on it until after I filled the darned thing out. Good Grief. God knows if it was even counted.

Did anyone watch the finale of My Fair Brady? I really don't get why he dragged Adrienne into that brand new, empty house, telling her it would be her very own place where she could "discover the woman [she was] meant to become," give her this big speech about autonomy, but then say "or you can come home with me," and drop down on one knee and propose to her. Meanwhile she's having a total meltdown and hyperventilating. What a douchebag! Just propose if you want to marry her! Christ!

Tonight I'm going to see Bauhaus at the Nokia Theatre Times Square. I'm hoping we'll be treated to Peter Murphy suspended upside down singing "Bela Lugosi's Dead," like he was at this year's Coachella. Ha!