I’ve been getting sick a lot lately — last night, a new one hit me. It’s just a cold: runny nose, sneezing. Not an easy cold to live with, though, the sneezes are those violent ones that tear across you and leave your upper arms aching with the force of their departure. My apartment’s freezing, and I’m about to crawl under several sheets and hope for a recovery by morning: tomorrow is Superbowl Sunday, the last best chance for a decent day’s earning before the dead slow month of February hits with full force and I’m picking up pennies on the sidewalk to pay my utilities.

Los Angeles tour guide headbutted by Wookie.

I got nothin’. Except, you know, seriously people, don’t argue with Wookies. Sapir got off easy — usually, people lose limbs.