That's Christmas giving you Ye Eye of Personal Fulfillment, warning you to make the most of yourself in 2008 or before you know it, you'll merely be an old bag of bones. Not Nylabones either, just the ordinary, chalky, shitty kind.
And I'm really, really tired. I have never been witness to dawn so many days in a row in my life. From my deck there's a clear view of the 405 South, and this week I've seen it completely empty pre-sunrise for seconds at a time. My brain, not working that well at six in the morning, has said, "This must be what Will Smith felt like."