It's not how long you wait, it's who you're waiting for

I spent last night from one to eight in the morning with a migraine. It was very bad. (Ironically, it was National Coffee Day.)

Then I woke up and was told Tony Curtis had died. (So has Gloria Stuart, but it's hard to argue with a hundred.)

At least I got my passport photos taken yesterday, before I looked like someone tried to kill me through my eyesockets. I am firing what's left of September.