Ah, Monday, and again, not feeling much like writing. Partly because I overslept, and I have other things I really need to do. And partly because...You know. The usual.
Here's a great scene from Albert Brooks' Modern Romance, one of the best comedies of all time. That's Bob Einstein, Brooks' brother, as the salesman, and be sure to stick around for the last few seconds--this happens to me on a regular basis.(Only with "Solitary Man" instead of "Along Comes Mary"--sigh.)
