Okay. It's taken me a couple of hours to stop being a whiny bitch (with the help of some Vanity Fair behind-the-scenes videos of comedians getting their pictures taken, as well as an emailed video of a cat and dog taking care of baby chicks [soooooo cuuuuuuuute]).

One of my other points to be made is this: I would rather have my eyes pinched and prodded by baby monkeys than to be stuck with the wrong man for any amount of time, even in exchange for a fateful 911 call. I've known several wrong men for long enough durations of time to be VERY sure of that. So. All whining aside, I'm cool. I'll just avoid ski slopes and racquetballs. (this fear of racquetballs stems from the fact that i love playing racquetball but i'm super skittish about being injured by one - we hit hard and they go very fast!)