To my co-worker: I know, I know, don't think I don't!!!! I know when I have behaved badly- freaking out like some wack job but I'd like to point out a few things in my defense. Hellllooooo ! I'm havin a visit from Auntie Flo, Ok ? Yesterday I thought my head was going to fall off my neck at 5:00 fffing am. I thought perhaps Mark had finally buried an axe in my brain but I couldn't see it cuz , well, things don't work the same way when there's an axe in your brain. Somehow, I dragged myself off the bed and made scrambled eggs because I know there's protein and relatively little flavor. Literally I sat on the sofa for 20 minutes and manged three bites. That was at 7:00 a.m. Amazingly - by only ten after 9:00 I had conquered nausea and was able to walk through the door at Gallery - amazingly - by merely putting one foot after the other. Let me just say, though, driving skills are compromised when you have an axe in your brain. I managed to draft most...