two days

Jack keeps telling me that there is nothing to be nervous about. Jack is clearly not a girl. Every few hours, I tell him that I'm not sure if I can meet JM. he just looks at me with one eyebrow raised or shrugs or throws up his hands.

It's a little like meeting a movie star. I might be the only woman on earth who would be too nervous to meet Brad Pitt and would end up staying home to wait for reports about what he was like.

Look, I'd like to give you more of JM's own words, but I'm fresh out of stored posts and so, like me, you will have to wait until Saturday for more. Or maybe even Sunday...

I invite everyone who reads this to leave an anonymous "who cares?" comment if they are out of anything wittier to say. It would be so much funnier if it wasn't just one hoser from New York.