in my cd player... Karate "This Day Next Year"   into... thinking that I'm getting sick; putting off thinking about Spain until I walk off the plane into Madrid; so much work to be done between now and my Friday departure; cherry blossoms, white marble, rippling reflections, and the dream of a midnight picnic   not just your average thursday... Can everyone out there today just cross your fingers for Laine, even if it's just for a second. You can still click the mouse to scroll down the page with crossed fingers, right? She needs a little conspiratorial magic today.   filler... I'm thinking of asking Todd to take the whirlychallenge while I'm gone so that he can fill your lives with so much random whatever.   the benefits of having a script... I almost didn't even watch The West Wing tonight. And then right at the end, amid all of the other aching tension and Toby's somber face, Aaron Sorkin slides in a little afterthought of dialogue that made tears physically spring from my eyes.   Josh: "I'm just saying, if you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for a beer."   Donna: "If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights."