I’m always a little foggy in the morning. Okay, a lot foggy. So when, this morning, I was checking my email here in Catherine’s office before breakfast, and I looked out the window and saw a tiny Darth Vader walking down the street, I had a momentary panic. Then I realized it was a kid, that the CHANCES Hallowe’en party is this morning, and that I had nothing to fear.
Later on, I was watching Regis and Kelly while eating breakfast and they were interviewing Courtney Thorne-Smith, and I had a vague feeling that she and I used to date in the early 1990s.
Obviously I would be wise to spend less time sucking up popular culture.