when i do something clever, like unclog the drain in the bathroom, or fix a broken window, there's a big part of me that expects a pat on the back from the world -- "hey! you're clever! you fixed that window!" -- but when you're an adult, and i just realized this, you don't get that because, hey, you had to fix the window, or it would rain in. and you had to unclog the drain, because it was full of hair. that's the dreary part about growing up.
i am freaking sick as a dog today, but i have to photograph judy woodruff. then i'm going home. i swear. i'm dying here.