It's official: My pal Sammy (I'm one of maybe two people in the universe that gets away with calling her that) is hitting the road and moving to Cleveland to start a new gig on the Cleveland Plain-Dealer's Sports copy desk. (Yes, I told her, Pete, but it really IS a good offer, and she REALLY wants to get back on the desk.) Yay for her, but boooooooooo! that she's leaving, although I don't think there's any marathons in Cleveland, so maybe she'll stop with the running, already! And making us look bad and shit.

Posting will exhibit a twinge of crabby within the next few days, so provoke me at your own peril; I feel a cold coming on, and when I get sick? It isn't pretty. No, seriously. I'm rather unpleasant when I don't feel well.

P.S. Yeah, about American Idol? They all sucked ass, but J.S. has to go, much as I love the little dork.