Emptiness

We've nothing today. It all seems especially idiotic & more pointless than ever. Perhaps it's because self-appointed (by ourself) bête noire Megan McArdle is or will soon be here in Santa Monica ("Official Home of the Homeless," per Harry Shearer) for a "conference." Now, besides the police & everything else, we have to watch out for people w/ the appearance of overgrown elves. Will the agony (& suffering) ever end?