For the good of the country, I'm going to suspend this blog until the financial crisis is solved or... something.
What the hell is going on inside of Johnny Mac's mind?
I make a living imagining things and I'm drawing a blank.
Panic? Embarrassment? Sleep-deprivation resulting in some sort of psychotic break?
Curiouser and curiouser, my friends.
McGee and I are off to L.A. to watch the fat man, home Monday morning.