I got nuthin' today. Matter of fact, I had nothing yesterday. Let's just say that the klown is angry. Darn tootin' angry....gotta go see a therapist to rid me of the anger angry. Bosses screwing me out of a bonus angry. The kind of anger that Lewis Black wishes he could muster in the wee hours of the nite angry. When the day is done and the scotch is drunk, though...who really cares? Anyhow, this guy could be baby sitting for you right now.