It's the dark ages for Dish but not so bad that I'd put rocks in my pockets and go for a swim. That's such a lame way to die anyway, and it would take boulders to sink Dish. I'm getting pummeled from all sides but worse nastiness has entered my life. I have a lot to be thankful for (namely TG, DM, Dishbrother and friends). I should probably summon Ari from Entourage as my muse. No weepy Nicole Kidman with bad prosthetic nose.
FYI--Seriously investigating how to incorporate Duran Duran during the wedding.