... or ... speak ... at ... normal ... rate ...

(heh - there's a Simpsons quote for everything, y'all)

Anyway, about this whole Chase for the Championship thing. Can't stand it. Tomorrow night we will know for certain if Mark has made it into the hunt, and the stress is driving me (hee) right around the bend.

I friggin' dreamt about this g.d. race last night. It has infiltrated all parts of my subconscious. (And for the record, the dream was bad... bad bad. Like when I woke up I felt like crying bad. Like he finished dead last bad. But fear not, for my dreams are never ever prohpetic in any way, shape, or form. I swear. Never. *knock on wood*)

Argh - my blood pressure!!