Too fast, too furious

Since I last wrote, much has happened in my sphere of interest, and I haven't processed everything. Fred Thompson dropped out of the presidential race, Bobby Flay's restaurant Mesa Grill was downgraded by the New York Times to one star, tuna sushi in the City was discovered to contain dangerous amounts of mercury, Heath Ledger died in an apartment a few blocks away from mine, and I couldn't follow any of these news stories properly because of one exhausting sixteen-hour workday.

So please forgive me if I leave it at that. I have a date with my pillow.